Yanks storm Carrara, big Italian barrier
Fifth Army moves closer to La Spezia base
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MacArthur staff moves with him
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Yanks reach eastern Luzon at new point
Jap forces sealed off in peninsula
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Simms: ‘Pearl Harbor’ against Reds believed planned by Japs
Gesture of hara-kiri to save face for militarists reported possible
By William Philip Simms, Scripps-Howard foreign editor
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A report from the front –
Crushing Nazi defeat west of Rhine gives Allies run of Germany
Hitler’s big blunder on where to fight leaves Reich in death throes
By Virgil Pinkley, United Press Vice President for Europe
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Nazi treatment of prisoners denounced as deplorable
‘U.S. won’t forget,’ official promise – conditions in Reich grow steadily worse
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190 left alive of 1,000 slaves
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Back Roosevelt policies in crisis, Hannegan asks
Democratic chairman pledges defeat of isolationists in Jefferson Day talk here
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Editorial: Symphony of words
For our money there’s nobody in the business who can write like Ernie Pyle. Sometimes Ernie outdoes himself. For instance, this description of a night in Okinawa, taken from his column which is printed on the first page of the Section today:
Not long after dark the rifle shots started. There would be a little flurry far ahead, maybe a dozen shots. Then silence for many minutes.
Then there would be another flurry, way to the left. Then silence. Then the blurt of a machine gun closer, and a few scattered single shots sort of framing it. Then a long silence. Spooky.
All night it went like that. Flares in the sky ahead, the crack of big guns behind us, then as passing shells, a few dark figures coming and going in the night, muted voices at the telephones, the rifle shots, the mosquitoes, the stars, the feel of the damp night air under the wide sky – back again at the kind of life I had known so long.
The old familiar pattern unchanged by distance or time from war on the other side of the world. A pattern so imbedded in my soul that, coming back into it again, it seemed to me as I lay there that I’d never known anything else in my life. And there are millions of us.