"Yeah, well, the war machine runs on propaganda." Sam grinned at him, a little wryly. "Expect you know that, what with all those defense bonds you sold. They might not like having their poster boy in harm's way, but you make for damn good publicity. You raise the morale here and back home."

Nobody gave a damn about the morale of black troops, or anything else. Sam knew that all too well.

"Can't believe most of what you read in the papers anyway. It's better for intelligence to be as vague as possible about what's going on over here. So if they make shit up about your heroic acts, it's a better smokescreen for what's really going on, way I see it."