from lonely forts and towers. A redcoat with an 18 pounder. A boy in feldgrau with an MG-42. And now me and the kids, climbing the stones and staring out at the chop, waving to the tourists on the Saint-Malo ferry.
from lonely forts and towers. A redcoat with an 18 pounder. A boy in feldgrau with an MG-42. And now me and the kids, climbing the stones and staring out at the chop, waving to the tourists on the Saint-Malo ferry.