The moon was up, dawn was a good hour away, the surf was deep. A Navy-borne British Commando eased up to the coast of northern France. From the dunes between Boulogne and Le Touquet, where vacationing Britons used to loll, Nazi searchlights fingered the Channel. But none found the Commando's barges until the last man in shorts, woolen cap and blackened face had waded ashore.
The Commando leader, 29-year-old Major K. R. S. Trevor, sent his men probing for information about Nazi defenses in that likely invasion sector. Commando machine guns and anti-tank guns, brought ashore in parts and quickly assembled,...
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