Dday. H-hour. A landing craft touched and stopped off Pointe du Hoc between Utah and Omaha beaches. Out jumped a combat unit, including three grizzly-looking soldiers who crossed 150 yds. of pebble beach through a heavy traffic of westbound bullets, fired a grappling hook to the top of a cliff and began to scale it. "We'll never make it," said one of them. "Three old ladies with brooms could keep us off this cliff."
One old lady with a rolled-up copy of Variety could have done it alone. This particular D-day occurred scarcely...
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