Through the misty dawn, they could see the land they had fled in horrorGermany. Two months ago, they had left the Continent aboard a leaky old tub called Exodus '47, bound for Palestine (TIME, July 28 et seq.). Now they returned, aboard the Ocean Vigour and two other British transports, bound for German D.P. camps where the British had finally decided to take them. At 6:20, a loudspeaker asked the passengers to go ashore. On the battered Hamburg pier, the cordons of British troops and German police tensed.
Loneliest Night. The first refugee came down the Vigour's gangplank peacefully. They...
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