These no longer unusual scenes took place last week in the California desert:
Dust hung low on the shimmering horizon. It parted like a curtain, and out of it raced columns of jeeps, radio cars, light and medium tanks, self-propelled 75-mm. guns and towed 105-mm. howitzers, anti-aircraft trucks, supply cars, ambulances and caterpillar tank-retrievers.
Beyond the purple morning shadows on the mountains the sun already beat so hard on the flinty sand and the gaping arroyos that newsmen and soldiers fresh from Fort Knox already felt blind and seared. But the men in...
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