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...emissary and the general's chief of staff, a colonel, carried the terms to the headquarters of Major General Fritz Krause, commander of the sector. General Krause accepted the terms, got in the colonel's jeep. On the way back to U.S. headquarters, the colonel saw Germans setting fire to their trucks. He told General Krause to order them to stop. The general did. One of the Germans snapped: "Why should we give the damn Americans all this equipment?" General Krause pointed at the U.S. colonel in the back seat. The German grew confused, ordered...
Thousands of his craft are already in service, from two-seater trainers to troop carriers. Standard CG-4A glider, worked out by the Army and Waco Aircraft, is a burly, 3,600-lb. flying boxcar that carries 15 men, or an armed jeep, or a 105-mm. howitzer to battle. Three can be towed by a single C-47 (military DC-3) transport...
...shell exploded close by. A four-inch fragment tore across his left shoulder and smashed the tip of his collar bone. A splinter about an inch and a half long pierced his helmet and came to rest against the base of his skull. The General walked to a jeep, rode three hours to a hospital, was operated on, said: "I'll be back there soon. I'm looking for my clothes now. The shoulder doesn't hurt any. After another good night's sleep I'll be ready for war again." But his doctors thought...
...Army Photographer Sergeant Worden F. Lovell of Maiden, Mass., jockeying his jeep in the wake of a British Eighth Army advance unit in Tunisia, briskly demanded directions. Asked by one of the limeys why he wanted to know, Camera man Lovell made it pretty clear that he had no time for conversation, gave and got a few personal remarks anyway. Said Lovell to a bystander, when his questioner had walked away: "That fellow must be a sergeant, the way he talked to me." Bystander: "That's Montgomery...
...copy paper, his sharp eye on the crowd, on the building about to fall, on the halfback faking and spinning. The good correspondent goes overside with the troops, crawls up the ridge to the command post, cajoles himself into the bomber, bums a ride in the General's jeep. The photographer is there with his tripod, his fast-action film; he is there with a cloud filter for the dogfight in the stratosphere; there with a flash bulb in the bloody alley where the body lies...