turned downward. He couldn’t sit up. He couldn’t even turn his head. All he could see was the floor, the cold edge of the bed, and a worn pillow that kept him company more than anyone else. His days were filled with silence, the sharp smell of disinfectant, and hours that seemed endless. Until she walked into the room. Marilyn Monroe. She was touring to visit American troops, moving through wards heavy with wounds and exhaustion—bringing with her a light that seemed out of place in such surroundings...