After dinner on Thanksgiving Day a year ago, Jimmy Byrnes sat alone in his Washington office, abysmally gloomy. The world had peace, but the word sounded like a bad joke. The London meeting of the Foreign Ministers had failed; not even the beginning of a peace treaty was in sight; there were even fears that Russia would not attend the first U.N. Assembly in London.
Something had to be done. Jimmy Byrnes cabled his Ambassador in Moscow. He (and Britain's Bevin) went to Moscow, but they accomplished almost nothing. There was worse to come....
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