No, it wasn’t his imagination. Dick Winters’ face had flushed a deep pink hue, though his expression maintained an even keel somewhere between shock and annoyance. He stared up at him, then down at the strata of papers on his desk, then back up again. “What are you telling me?” he asked sharply.
Story Notes:This is a work of fiction concerning the characters in the series and has no relation to the lives of the real persons involved in WWII. This is purely for entertainment and no disrespect is intended. Written in 2010.