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General Forrest's name was carried down through father and son to his great-grandson, Brigadier General Nathan Bedford Forrest of the U.S. Army Air Forces. Last week, in a curt communique, the Army announced that Brigadier General Forrest was missing from a raid over Kiel. When last seen, his bomber was spiraling down, still under control, but with one motor smoking and its tail half shot off. Eight parachutes were seen to drop from it; one might have been General Forrest's. If he was not among those saved a great name had died...
Franklin Roosevelt had a chipper, assured look. Speaking in short, clipped sentences, curt as a communique, the U.S. Commander in Chief* informed the press (two and a half hours after reporters heard the news by radio) that Pantelleria had fallen. Then he turned to his typed, pink-paper notes, suddenly abandoned war talk for a suave, new role: Chief of United Nations Propaganda...
Terrible Names, and All. A year later he was in England again, despondent at hearing from his mother "only once in two or three months." He sent her curt post cards ("Brighton, Eng. Dear Mama: -This is England's great shore resort for poor people. That explains my being here."). He worked on his novel, resolved to dedicate it to "the best and truest friend I have ever had - the one person who has given love, comfort and understanding to my lonely and disordered life...
Mixed Row. A.V.G. men disliked General Bissell from their first meeting, have had no occasion since to revise their feelings. He turned up in China when the A.V.G. was to be disbanded and, according to their story, served curt and summary notice on them that all were expected to join the U.S. Army Air Forces...
...Army bonnet off in public. In the thrice-daily exercise periods (two hours in the morning, four in the afternoon, one after supper) she strode determinedly around the schoolyard, her secretary always three paces behind. The secretary would advance to her superior's side only on a curt signal, when Colonel Booth had an idea she wanted to discuss. On one hot day, when the SS men gave the internees permission to put on their lightest clothing, Colonel Booth appeared in lemon-yellow cotton bed pajamas, her grey-peppered brown hair hanging almost to her waist, her bonnet still...