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...tanks went in at dawn. While a bitter wind swirled the sands of the Sahara the infantry waited in slit trenches for their signal. Faces and clothes were grimed with the dust. They were in full battle kit. Their weapons glinted in the bright sun. These were Montgomery's shock troops. They had done the job before at El Alamein where the long trek had started. They were eager to do it again for the harsh, implacable man whom they adored...
...TIME Correspondent Harry Zinder, shivering in a slit trench, as he watched the infantry go forward, reported:" They stood up, held their guns easily, moved out of their trenches fanning out slightly so that the line was almost dead perfect in the moonlight as far as I could see. When they moved a bright green flare went up and dripped down behind, then two more and then another, and in that eerie light all you could see were soldiers shuffling toward the enemy. . . . There was little left in doubt except the speed with which Tripoli would be reached...
...bases. The setup was as simple as Eden. Jimmy would drive up, find a space whacked out of the jungle, set up his screen and put on his show. One of the early screenings was interrupted three times by Japanese bombers. Wrote Jimmy: "We would all dive for the slit trenches until the Nips passed and then come out again and go on with the show. Gosh we have fun. Those were the days...
Later Jimmy demanded and got more modern equipment and pictures through Australia. Grateful Australian airmen built him a hut, rebuilt it when a 500-lb. bomb took it apart (Jimmy was staying, at the moment, in a nearby slit trench named Pooh-Bah Palace). Australians and Americans have also built a chain of eight theaters which extend from Port Moresby to Milne Bay and deep into the jungle. The seats are smoothed logs nailed to stumps. The theater's acoustic walls are the jungle, which adds its own soundeffects and out of which appear like moths...
East of this no man's land, headed in the general direction of the Chianti bottle, a squad of British sappers dragged themselves across the sand, pulling the string of German land mines. Behind them the 51st Highlanders squatted in slit trenches, awaiting the signal to advance another 50 yards. To the rear, British 25-pounders roared, spewing their shells across the line into the darker, hostile horizon...