To many a somnolent Southern town, war has brought a new life. That life has come in the shape of trucks rumbling through the wide, shady streets, strangers in uniform lounging on the corners, coins clinking a silvery song in cash registers, an unwonted jangle of juke boxes combing the thick night air. Such a town is Albany (pop. 19,055) on the sandy plains of southern Georgia. . . .
The war crept up on Albany (pronounced All-Benny). One summer day in 1940 some aviation men appeared in town, leased the mile-square, $365,000 airport. Next came a detachment of ruddy...
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