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...southern slope of a hill on furnace-hot Peleliu, two hospital corpsmen came upon a badly wounded marine, a young Southerner. They lifted him on a stretcher and started toward the beach through the machine-gun fire that corpsmen often brave to rescue fallen comrades...
...British turned their artillery on the tower in earnest. Across the bridge suddenly appeared a U.S. flag: the north end had been cleared. As if they had rehearsed it for weeks, the infantry moved in to clean out the Germans on the slope behind the Belvedere. At last the tanks moved out across the bridge. There was still one moment of awful suspense as the first tank reached the central span: would the Germans' demolition charges in the bridge explode? They...
...noon we slid down a vertiginous slope to a peasant hut, and just as I was gulping sour milk from a wooden bowl, a rifle shot rang out outside. I ran out and beheld, some 150 yards off at the edge of the forest, two grey timber wolves tearing at the udders of a prostrate cow. As the peasant's boy fired his second bullet, the big beasts looked at us with pricked-up ears and dignifiedly trotted off into the woods...
Last week the French Committee of National Liberation and the 100 earnest, arguing men who make up its Consultative Assembly formally declared themselves the Provisional Government of the French Republic. That made the slope-shouldered, big-boned man with the pursed mouth and the melancholy eyes the Provisional Premier-President of what he calls the Fourth Republic. The Committee became a Cabinet, the Assembly a sort of Chamber of Deputies-though without the power to legislate: the Assembly could only advise. The symbolic power of Gaullism had triumphed over the doubts and fears of the U.S., of Britain...
They watched with interest as the uneasy inspection party tramped up the sandy hills of the tree-shaded slope where their camp is laid out, in the Choccolocco Mountains. When the visitors turned into a barracks there was a scramble within, a roared Achtung. A noncommissioned officer swung his leg, clicked his heels and flung his arm up in the Nazi salute (which the U.S. conducting officer acknowledged, American-style). Beside their cots blue-shirted prisoners stood stony-faced, rigidly at attention...