Frenetic fears of little neutrals in a big war are three: lest they be drawn in, lest their borders be violated, lest their peacetime economy and habits be forcibly disrupted. Last week the small neutrals were fighting their own war against war:
¶Jitteriest was the 998-square-mile Grand Duchy of Luxembourg, a peanut squeezed between the cracker-jaws of the Maginot Line and the Westwall. At Schengen, where Luxembourg tapers off to a point between the French and German borders, French and German machine gunners were separated by just 400 yards of no man's land,...
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