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...around us: French artillery, tanks and mortars opened up, and small-arms fire clattered back from nearby villages. Red mortars and anti-personnel mines went off, curr-rump, curr-rump, along the road. It was almost certainly one of these mines that killed LIFE Photographer Robert Capa (see PRESS). Moroccan infantry quickly deployed against the villages and put an end to the shooting. At 3 p.m., the column entered Thanhne...
Hope for a Civilian. Francis Lacoste is no stranger to Morocco. In 1947 he was the Quai d'Orsay's delegate to Marshal Alphonse Juin's Moroccan Residency. Although he was no policymaker, he became an expert on Moroccan peasant problems and maintained friendly relations with the now-deposed Ben Youssef. A graduate of the University of Paris' School of Political Science, he served diplomatic apprenticeships in Belgrade and Peking, returned to France during World War II, fought in the resistance, won a Croix de Guerre. Since the war he has had tours in Washington...
...Plus-One: An elite Moroccan battalion counterattacks on Bald Head. It is close-quarter battle with light machine guns, rifles, knives, grenades and crude bamboo spears. Six times the hill changes hands. At 0700, French 19-ton tanks and flamethrower squads sear the Communists out. The Moroccans count 300 Communist dead on just one segment of their broken wire. De Castries radios HQ: "I am still master of the situation...
Saadia (M-G-M). "I will not allow any man to look at my body," moans Saadia (Rita Gam), a Moroccan's daughter, as the kaid (Cornel Wilde) pounds at her portal. The kaid commands. Saadia fearfully slides back the bolt. In rushes the desert chieftain. Has he come to print a searing kiss upon her lips? No, he has merely brought the local French medic (Mel Ferrer), who says that Saadia has acute appendicitis, and proceeds to cut her open...
Immaculately clad, garlanded with some 20 campaign decorations, scented with shaving lotion, wearing a bright red cap and shadowed by a Moroccan orderly carrying riding crop and carbine, he seemed an improbable Cadet de Gascogne to be in Dienbienphu in command of a battle so crucial to the fate of so much and so many. But those who knew him had few misgivings. "Dienbienphu will be all right unless De Castries gets himself killed," said one last week. "He will get himself killed," added another, "or he'll come back a general...