stop and think a little. Behind us was a bloody hell called Normandy, with its dust choked roads, its
gigantic cob-webbing of telephone lines, and that gray dust that covered the trees, grass, and fields with
his dirty film. Before us was the promise of movement – there was no need to prove our ability to fight
the Germans at close quarters, we had done that. Now the enemy had to prove how good he was out in
the open. Patton's name was synonymous with power and drive. Here was the "blitz" come back to
roost.
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