December 21st, 1945 didn’t arrive in Washington with drama. It arrived like most winter mornings did—gray light leaking through blinds, cold air…
September 1944 in eastern France didn’t feel like the heroic postcards people kept in their pockets. It felt like wet wool and mud…
At 8:04 on the morning of September 1st, 1942, the desert was already awake. Not awake like a city—no horns, no crowds,…
At 2:47 in the afternoon on March 24th, 1942, the Supermarine Spitfire stopped being an airplane and became a falling argument with gravity.…
At 6:58 a.m. on October 25th, 1944, the sky off Samar looked like it couldn’t decide what it wanted to be. The…
April 17th, 1945 did not feel like a date to Yakaterina Mikailova. It felt like a sound. A deep metallic thunder that moved…
At 9:23 on the morning of December 8th, 1941, Henry J. Kaiser stood in a drafty office overlooking a stretch of reclaimed…
December 8th, 1941—local time—arrived at Clark Field the way most tropical mornings did: bright, humid, and deceptively ordinary. By noon, the heat sat…