Partisans with tommy guns stood guard where Jajce's steep and darkened streets leave the town for the mountains. The Germans across the ridge might know of the meeting, try a night attack. In the center of the old Bosnian town, in a shabby hall beyond the Turkish fountain, sat 142 sweating, cheering men, engaged in founding a government.
Before the delegates stood the man called Drug Tito. He heard them acclaim him Marshal of Yugoslavia, the first in history. Now he could drop his incognito, step forth officially as Josip Broz, Croatian metalworker,...
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