World War, SOUTHERN THEATER: Eleven O'Clock in the Desert

The shooting season was ticking round on the Western Desert last week. The heat was imperceptibly abating, like a fading headache. The nights were getting longer. The winds were cooling and veering northerly to kick up curtains of dust to screen assault.

Both sides were nearly ready.

The British have brought their Middle Eastern strength to a dozen divisions—but less than half of them are properly equipped for offensive action. British matériel is being hurried straight through the Mediterranean. All the while U.S. stuff is trickling in — Tomahawks, Marylands, Chrysler tanks, ammunition, trucks, spare parts. The British will have to try,...

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