A stringed orchestra in London's ancient, bomb-scarred Guildhall had just finished playing My Old Kentucky Home. In the sudden silence came the sound of an honor guard presenting arms outside, then the loud voice of an announcer near the door: "The Supreme Commander of the Allied Expeditionary Force!" The crowd came to its feet with a roar. Down the aisle, behind slow-walking officials in fur-trimmed blue, came General of the Army Dwight D. Eisenhower, his battle-dress pressed to Regular Army perfection, his face betraying his emotion. As he climbed to the dais, jammed with the great men of England,...
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