<b>From the front flap of the Ace first edition:</b> <i>Last night while I was walking the graveyard alone, I heard someone signing...</i>
<p>World War I, Flanders, Northern France: The British trenches grow wet and foul. For Travis Lee Stanhope, a Texan sharpshooter serving in an English unit, the war is not hell, but home. Each night he ventures into No-Man's Land between his comrades and the German trenches, and waits. At dawn, he begins the methodical killing of enemy troops. Then he returns. His numbers are exemplary.
<p>But Travis Lee is changing. He senses are ravaged by the unending scream of shells overhead. His mind numbed by too many rations of rum. His soul bled dry by the constant death all around him.. But in his dreams, something still lives.
<p>He sees a world like the war, where living is the same as walking dead. But the people there are his comrades killed in action. Sometimes they lay in glass-covered graves in an Eden-like cemetery. He speaks to them. He tries to ease their pain.
<p>But no one can ease his pain. And it will take more than death, and more than dreams, to make Travis Lee realize that he may have a fuction in this war beyond killing his enemies."
