Back to U.S. soil came pictures of American graves in French North Africa: barren crosses in endlessly shifting sand, marking the bodies of boys who did not want to die in vain. And from North Africa also came the peculiar shifting tides of political forces bigger than any man, forming patterns whose size was a frightening reminder that human events sometimes move faster than the human spirit can follow.
One swift, numbing surprise was the assassination of Admiral Jean François Darlan, the onetime French collaborator who had become America's friend, or America's tool, or...
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