Year of publication: 2012
Peter Idone RED VENGEANCE ANGST 1 His eyes weary from continued scrutiny of the monotonous landscape, Johann Angst looked again through his binoculars and believed he was minutes away from the worst day of his life. More realistically, he thought this could well be the very last day of his life. The steppe grass had dried to gray-brown from the long, relentless summer. Scores of olive drab moundsdead Russianslittered the desolate ground. The sun was still low, a white plate in a pale sky, and ...