“Bolitho heard the blare of a trumpet and saw the sun gleam across black-plumed helmets and breast-plates as the horses changed formation and cantered into another wall of dust.”

— Douglas Reeman

A Tradition of Victory, Cap 7 "The Ceres"

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British author 1924–2017

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