In Northwestern France, Sergeant Robert Beeton of Clinton, N.C. was tooling along a road in a jeep with two buddies. Among them they had a Tommy gun, two pistols.
"We turned a bend," Beeton said later, "and there, coming down the road, was what looked like an entire company of well-armed krauts. I stopped the jeep and trained the Tommy gun on them.
"The German officer shouts to his men: 'Open fire!' They opened fire, all right—on him but not on us. Then they surrendered. . . ."
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