Wednesday, September 19, 2012

First Paragraph

As the incisors of the Nazi jaws bit deep into the American front, a bleary-eyed Dwight Eisenhower stared at the tangle of red grease-pencil lines snaking across his smudged maps. He winced. The tall, bald general whom every man in uniform saluted was painfully aware of what those advancing red lines represented: regiments cracking, support units overrun, supplies captured, men cut down along a fifty-mile swath.

- From Brothers, Rivals, Victors: Eisenhower, Patton, Bradley, and the Partnership that Drove the Allied Conquest in Europe by Jonathan W. Jordan

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