Ironblood Wheat

In the late autumn of 1943, farm boy Steve Rogers went off to war carrying several brass compasses left behind by his father. From hands that once harvested fields of wheat to fingers gripping a rifle, from the barbed wire of boot camp to the snowbound trenches of the Ardennes, this young man who despised war yet understood his duty forged bonds of steel with his company under fire. As the bitter winds of Bastogne swept away the last dead leaves, Steve and his comrades would write an epic of ordinary soldiers in blood upon the frozen earth.