Starbucks in Paris
Landing for a Latte
The women of Paris had sewn their hearts out for the Liberation. Elmer and Buddy weren’t sure that their sergeant would like the alterations to their combat uniforms, but hey, war is hell and comfort is king and it had been a long road from Omaha Beach.
“Last I saw of Sarge, anyways,” Buddy drawled, “that lady was going to stitch his stripes somewhere fancy. He warn’t…