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...mountain mothers spread their olympian "dinner-on-the-ground" in the groves of scrub oaks around the graveyard. The kids darted among the weathered tombstones and their rednecked fathers gathered to smoke and discuss politics and family ties. The Adams clan was distinguished by red ribbons, the Webbs wore yellow, and green ribbons identified the Crafts. By high noon, 600 cousins were on hand...
...Communists offered the Frenchmen tea with sugar, and Lucky Strikes. "They were very polite," said the helicopter pilot. "All they wanted was to be treated as soldiers according to their rank. But we didn't think very much about anything. The whole place was as silent as a graveyard, and when the wind kicked up, we could smell the death around...
...died. In the stillness, there was only a muffled tramp! tramp! tramp! as the worn-out prisoners moved north, or a sudden, shuddering thump as an ammunition dump went off, or a dull buzz in the sky where the French C475 were keeping their death watch. It was a graveyard world down there, the French pilots reported, a tornup world of broken stones and cluttered bunkers, while around it the jungle would soon regain its ancient inscrutability. For 56 nights and days the battle had gone on, down there in the wasteland. This was how it ended...
...conclusions Father Theodore Purcell drew after 44 months at the packinghouses could have been deduced by anyone above the level of a moron, by simple application of everyday logic. His discovery of the "dual allegiance" is nothing more than a digging up, from the graveyard of the obvious, a concept fossilized into a platitude...
Every day the line of portraits pasted up for pilots who did not return from "the great fighter graveyard of the west" grew longer in Knoke's mess. Morale slumped; defeat stared. "Every time I close the canopy," Knoke wrote in August 1944, "I feel that I am closing the lid of my own coffin . . . Every day, the number of aircraft diminishes . . . The German Fighter Command is slowly bleeding to death...