Ruins Book One

<p class=ql-align-center>A dramatic saga with a noir bent set in the Sahara Desert WW2 North Africa -- Libya Cairo Algeria Tunisia</p><p class=ql-align-center><br></p><p class=ql-align-center>We Can't All Be Heroes</p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><p class=ql-align-justify>Libya the Fezzan 1942</p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><p class=ql-align-justify>A German officer collaborates with a French Algerian priest and a Jewish Resistance leader to safeguard his munitions complex from the Free French in exchange for his protection of the inhabitants of their shared oasis from German and Italian authorities. A matter of opinion who is the boss.</p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><p class=ql-align-justify>She took his cigarettes lighting two and offering him one. Where are you from? Berlin? Do I know you? Should I? Come on. It's not a difficult question not even important. I just want to know.</p><p class=ql-align-justify>He hesitated. I am Hauptmann Dieter Reineke. You do not know me.</p><p class=ql-align-justify>You're right I don't. I've never heard of you. She lowered her rifle cradling it in her arms like an infant. I am Anna who knew Albert.</p><p class=ql-align-justify>Albert. He considered the Alberts he knew.</p><p class=ql-align-justify>Einstein she blew a thin stream of smoke from her lungs. You know if you were young and handsome Hauptmann I might consider having sex with you. She laughed as his eyes flew wide a reassuring tap of her steel on his arm. It's all right mein Liebchen we'll think of something else. And so they did.</p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><p><br></p>