It was dusk when tall, lanky Major Winston W. Ehrgott of New York City turned his jeep into the flagstone courtyard of the Greek headquarters at Komotini, in eastern Thrace. An American adviser with the Greek Army, he had been promised a chance to observe a cavalry patrol that would go out that night against nearby Communist Andartes (guerrillas). Inside headquarters, a beribboned Greek colonel offered him a glass of cognac. A night patrol? Surely the American was joking. The colonel explained: "We never move cavalry at night. Horses fall down; you...
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