At Bled, a Yugoslav alpine resort, two American UNRRA workers on holiday watched a U.S. transport plane come in from, the north. Two smaller Yugoslav planes darted about it. Suddenly the transport began to smoke, rolled over on its side, plunged into a wooded hillside. The two Americans started for the scene of the crash. They scrambled up granite slopes past a Yugoslav officer who paid no attention to them. But when they started down the mountain after a futile search for the wreck, the Yugoslavs had set up a machine gun at a...
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