(See Cover)
Lieut. General Mark Wayne Clark of the Fifth Army sprawled on the dusty Italian earth. An artillery observer lay prone beside him at the forward observation post. The valley ahead rolled gently like background for a Raphael canvas, touched with hedge-rimmed farms and tiny rivulets under a deep blue sky. Far off, snug against a spiny, pine-covered ridge, rose the white and red buildings of a village on the hard road from Salerno to Naples. There the Germans were stubbornly but thinly entrenched. Allied shells whipped across the classic landscape, scuffed...
To continue reading:
or
Log-In
