World: Attack, Attack, Attack

"Attack, Attack, Attack. . . ."

By midafternoon of June 29, nearly everything was ready—at the American bases in the Solomons, and at the bases along the northeastern shore of Papua. Said one commanding general to his men: "You've got what it takes. The path won't be easy, but your guts will make you carry on."

Toward Salamaua. At one minute past midnight, through high waves buffeting them across treacherous reefs, assault boats slid onto the sand along Nassau Bay, twelve miles below Salamaua. Hovering offshore in a choppy sea were the slim, nervous shapes of Navy PT boats. Whispering troops swarmed ashore....