The doughboys in their miserable foxholes, the tankmen warming up their machines, heard the apocalyptic thunder. They said: This is it. The star-shouldered planners, their work done, sat back to wait. They said: Let's hope this is it.
This was the climactic battle of the west. This was Ike Eisenhower's answer to the gloom-mongers who had said there would be nothing big on the western front until the end of winter.
On a 450-mile front from Venlo to Belfort, six Allied armies smashed into the tough outposts of Germany. Suddenly shedding its cloak of...
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