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SHAPE'S strategic thinking, close to unanimous at the top, accepts the fact that the allies' defense problem is global, while NATO is commissioned to deal with only one sector of the globe. It recognizes that victory in case of Communist attack would come not by holding on to any given piece of real estate, but by striking at the enemy's centers of strength. "You won't win the war by the defense of Western Europe," says Monty...
After two months in Europe, General Robert L. Spragins, the division commander, was invalided back home with arthritis, and Dean took over. By that time his front-line daring was the talk of his sector of the Western front, and Corps Commander "Ham" Haislip was moved to warn his daring general: "Dammit, Dean, stay off the front lines!" Dean's exploits in battle won him a D.S.C., D.S.M. and a Bronze Star...
...about 300,000 men. They are arranged in six regular divisions, under able, boyish-looking General Vo Nguyen Giap. The U.S.S.R. is supplying them with arms, moved by Red China via the railway from Nanning, which runs south into the huge Viet Minh concentration in northern Viet Nam, crucial sector of the war. The Reds are well supplied with artillery, mortars and recoilless cannon, as well as machine guns and automatic hand weapons. Some of the enemy's arms come from the big Skoda works in Czechoslovakia. In the seven years of war, the Viet Minh have suffered about...
Even for those who cared little for ballet, the Rabovskys' debut had human appeal. Last May, booked for guest appearances in East Berlin, they discovered that underneath their hotel was a subway station on the line leading to the Western sector. An hour before their first-night curtain, they slipped downstairs, took a westbound train, and, says Nora, whose English made her the family spokesman, "Whisst, we come out." Last week, curled up on a couch in their London apartment, Nora recalled that for two nights afterward, "I didn't sleep because I was thinking of mother, home...
Ninety minutes earlier, Private Leonid Ashkhenin of the Red army, Tommy gun slung across his chest, had paced back & forth guarding the showy marble Russian war memorial in Berlin's British sector. He had orders to bar visitors at night, but an elderly German couple had strolled by, and Leonid let them pass. A Red lieutenant came out of the guard shack, snapped at Ashkhenin: "For what you just did, you can be shot tomorrow...