Soldiers of the First Army stood on a hilltop. They looked out over a broad valley, through which a river twisted like a piece of careless string.
Behind them were other hills, and there were hills to the right and the left. But before them, to the right of the Medjerda River's path (see map), the valley stretched straight and flat as far as the eye could see, toward Tunis.
It was not easy for the soldiers of the First Army to turn their eyes away from the valley. In the maturity of Tunisia's spring...
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