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The General was restless. George Smith Patton Jr., who had long ago boasted that nothing would please him so much as to get in a tank and joust, medievally and to the death, with a single tank commanded by Erwin Rommel, was now confined to a single room behind the lines by his lord and master, battle.
The room was on the second floor of headquarters. The General paced it, went out on the balcony, peered up and down the street, went back in, sat down, crossed his legs, uncrossed them, rubbed...
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