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Today 38,000 Yugoslavs wear the Chetnik uniform (blue serge tunic with skull-&-bones insignia, dagger, black socks embroidered with roses) and there are many more secret members, but among them are not more than ten women. The American woman who joined them was Ruth Mitchell, a native of Milwaukee, sister of the late, famed U.S. airman, General William ("Billy") Mitchell, ex-wife of two Britons, mother of a son with the R.A.F. in Africa...
Then Leader Pechanatz gravely handed Mrs. Mitchell a phial of poison, showed her how to sew it in the collar of her tunic so that she could suck it out, even though her hands were manacled. He told her to practice killing with a knife, by plunging and twisting it in a sack of flour. These amenities attended to, Leader Pechanatz gave Mrs. Mitchell a job as dispatch rider on his general staff. From a list of names before him, he crossed hers off. Said he: "We just cross the name off, my girl, because we consider you dead when...
...take a stand on this thing. Colonel Becker found only four rebellious sergeants (two of them brothers), tartly reduced them to the ranks. He also indicated that Captain Jewett should stiffen up, stand for no more back talk from his company brothers. Army old-timers smiled up their tunic sleeves at this exhibition from the 174th. Like other recently mobilized National Guard outfits, the 174th still had its military ABCs to learn. A derisively extenuating rumor went about: Company K's men and officers hailed from Tonawanda, N. Y., where they had all been used to neighborly back talk...
Staff Sergeant Aeuhl E. Pullen stood erect in his long, speckled Army underwear. Over this formidable garment he pulled khaki trousers, skin-tight below the knee, a regulation khaki tunic. He wore no leggings, left an expanse of white sock showing between his trousers and Army shoes. Over all he yanked dun dungarees and a warm canvas jacket, spotted with grease. On his head he set a heavy, padded leather helmet-the tankers' standard headgear. Around his neck he reluctantly strung a new gadget much hated by the Armored Force: a recently designed dust-mask, undoubtedly useful for preventing...
After dark, the three guards in the car relaxed. Squadron Leader von Werra opened a window, jumped out, struck westward through the woods to a highway. His facile French got him a ride from a French-Canadian who could not see the German tunic under his passenger's civilian greatcoat. Soon Franz von Werra was in Ottawa. There he begged a road map from a filling station, hitched a ride to somnolent Prescott. All that lay between him and freedom was the broad St. Lawrence. But at that point the river was not frozen over. After dark Werra stole...