One night last week a small group of black-uniformed, tough British soldiers, faces, hands and soft-soled gym shoes appropriately blackened, made a successful hit-&-run raid on the German-held coast of French Normandy, but they took a beating at home.
Details of the raid and what it accomplished were withheld, but Germany grudgingly conceded a British thrust into occupied territory and said coldly that the attacking forces were repelled with heavy losses. Britain's Ministry of Information replied smugly that the raiding party returned intact with one lone casualty—a man shot in the arm. The Commandos—small, hardened,...
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