No Ocean Wide Enough: A beautiful, heartbreaking and unforgettable World War 2 historical fiction

“I believe in you,” Amélie says. She peers up at me, her eyes alight with passion and pain. “Even the ocean wasn't wide enough to keep us apart.”

June 6, 1944. Gazing over the ocean, Eddie sits on the edge of a stone wall overlooking the beach. The tide that had swept in now slowly ebbs, leaving behind it a beach full of dead. There is so much work to be done.

The thought depresses me, but I know that I can't dwell on it too much. If I am to survive the war and find my way to Amélie in Paris,...