“Hugh Renaday also stood nearby. But the Canadian had his head turned skyward, his gaze sweeping the wide blue horizon. After a moment, he spoke softly. "On a day like this, visibility unlimited, you know, if you just look up for a long enough time, you can almost forget where you are." Both Tommy's and Lincoln Scott's eyes turned up, following the Canadian's. After a second's silence, Scott laughed out loud. "Damn it, I think you're almost right." He paused, then added, "It's almost like for just a couple of heartbeats you can kid yourself that you're free again." "It would be nice," Tommy said. "Even the illusion of freedom." "It would be nice," Scott repeated softly. "It's one of those rare things in life where the lie is far more encouraging than the truth.” FreedomPrisoner Book:Hart's War Source: Hart's War
“He could sense a fierce tautness in the cheap air of the tunnel, almost like entering a medical ward where disease lingers in the corners and no one has ever opened a window to bring in fresh air.” WarFreedomPrisonerEscapingTunnel Book:Hart's War Source: Hart's War
“It was darker than any night he'd known and he was terribly alone. Sand rivulets leaked onto his head. Dust clogged his nostrils. It seemed that there was no air left inside the narrow tunnel confines. The only sound he could make out was the creak of support boards seemingly ready to give way. He pulled himself along, using a swimming motion, thrusting aside dirt that clogged his route, fighting every centimeter of the way. He held out no real hope of being able to crawl the entire seventy-five yards.” FreedomPrisonerWorld War IiEscaping Book:Hart's War Source: Hart's War
