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...deadly green valley on Guam, a Marine in mottled battle dress worked slowly forward, Garand at the ready. Ahead of him crept another mottled figure: a brown and black Doberman pinscher with ears acock. Now and again the dog stopped; the Marine hand-signaled to it and the dog moved on. Then suddenly the Doberman stiffened. The Marine raised his rifle and the valley echoed with shots. From a tree ahead a Jap sniper tumbled and lay still...
...last week, as the battles exploded on all fronts, as the number of casualties crept higher, as unmistakable victory seemed a week nearer, one not-so-simple fact of war seemed to be emerging: World War II is not yet a crusade. Indeed, the world over, week by week, signs came that there was less & less chance of its becoming a crusade. From Helsinki to Saipan Island, men were fighting with one real and common war aim: to win and go home. Many of them had hoped for higher aims; many still so hoped, all over the world...
Friends. Then I heard them more clearly. Never has a Middle Western accent sounded better. I called a little louder. Quietly Sergeant Auge, a fellow I knew, crept out of the hedge, tugged at the branches and with his pigsticker cut my suspension cords. I dropped like an overripe pear...
...late '30s a change crept in. The dictator spoke of good dictatorship, "disciplined" democracy, constitutionality, economic reform. The cynical and the critical said that he talked big, did little to uplift Cuba's sugar-sick economy, uproot its age-old graft. But Batista began to curry civilian support. He encouraged opposition, pardoned political prisoners, even legalized the Communist Party. He cultivated culture. He took up smart squash-tennis (though he preferred cock-fighting), got a tailor, elbowed a way into Havana society, polished his pronunciation. He began to think of legitimizing his power...
Special police slowed down traffic. Streetcars crept at a snail's pace past the archiepiscopal residence. Inside, on his deathbed, lay an 84-year-old Prince of the Church. The fingers of one hand clutched a crucifix. Weakly the prelate raised the crucifix, gave his last blessing to those kneeling around his bed. Thus to His Eminence William Cardinal O'Connell, Archbishop of Boston, fortified by the last rites of the Church and consoled by Pope Pius' cabled message of "eternal affection," death came in Boston last week...