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...Zhukov apparently had no thought of stopping one moment before the inexorable laws of military supply compelled him. This great human mass of soldiers on the move, as drab and endless as the Russian steppes, had been welded into an enormous, brutal force. Zhukov's bedraggled, unshaven, grimy army, marching beside an incredible number of giant tanks, self-propelled guns, katusha mortars, and almost overburdened with submachine guns, rifles and grenades, had only one cry: Dayosh Berlin! (Give us Berlin!). With the quarry in sight, the cry took on new meaning...
...late at night. In the austere conference room of the British military headquarters in Athens stood four dejected Greeks. Three were dressed in ragged civilian clothes. The fourth wore the dirt-stained uniform of the guerrilla forces (which included a turtleneck sweater). All were haggard and unshaven. They were the delegates of the ELAS Central Committee. No one spoke...
...almost seven weeks now the U.S. Fifth Army had been edging, inch by weary inch, toward Bologna, still eight miles away. Eastward the British Eighth* worked painfully along the Bologna-Rimini highway, was still 39 miles southeast of Bologna. To the unshaven, mud-stained dogface, red-eyed from lack of sleep, gaunt from K and C rations, it looked like another long, hard winter that civilians could not begin to feel in their preoccupation with the fresh glories of Allied arms...
Sergeant George Baker's "Sad Sack" is a hilarious caricature. But Sergeant Bill Mauldin's weary, grimy, unshaven "Joe," the "Old Bill" of World War II, is by G.I. testimony grimly true to life. Quiet, babyfaced, 23-year-old Cartoonist Mauldin can draw the infantryman truthfully because he has been one himself since he was 18. He has fought and drawn his way through the campaign in Sicily, wears the Purple Heart for wounds received in Italy. "Joe" is beside, behind and ahead of him right now on the southern front in France...
Down Gorky Street. Almost three years behind blitz schedule, the Wehrmacht at last saw Moscow. Some 57,000 German prisoners from the Polish campaign shuffled through the Russian capital on their way to internment. They were shabby, unshaven, a few of them still defiant. But most looked like beaten...