The Waterbury Democrat., 1944-10-26
No Swift End To War As Nazis
 Fight With Grim Determination

Despite the apparent desperation of the German defense, Allied press ure is, being applied relentlessly. The battle never ceases. During recent weeks, the British, Canadians, and Americans, and Americans have not had the opportunity to use the full weight of their superiority in men, planes, artillery, and tanks because of the terrain and the weather. Lowering skies and slimy footing tend to equalize the opposing forces temporarily the same as weather conditions would affect two foots ball teams, one of which on a dry field could massacre the other but which in o rainstorm might be held to @ tie.
 Supplies of men, munitions, and of all weapons of modern warfare for the coming offensive are owing in a constant stream eastward over express or red ball highways which have been cleared of all other traf- flc. And in addition there's the gi- gantic operation of air transport leapfrogging road transport and be- ing landed where, in the ordinary sense of the term, there is no field at all. Captured German airdromes, demolished by our hombers, are be- ing reconstructed with miraculous speed. Up front you feel the war is the most colossal industry ever or- ganized. All values from human life down, are changed. Money is of no consequence. The war is impersonal from the aspect of its gigantic pro- portions.
 Men, Planes, Guns
 Men and planes. Men and guns. Men. Never ending columns of trucks. Men. Long processions of ambulances and men. A field dress ing station and whin of that hospital smell" from Q cluster of brown tents in the woods, Ammuni- tion dumps, Hundreds of boxes scattered through forests Lines man stringing wire, Towns in ruins Fresh graves and men awaiting burial. A pleasant meadow sown with sudden death in cunningly contrived internal machines. Rows of hooded mortars zeroed on the curves of the highway. Huge can- non shaking the air.
 There's an occasional flashback to old time war scenes, such as file of Hishlanders swinging along with the bagpiper ahead, But the real music of this modern war is the roar of gasoline engines in all octaves from the highest whine to the deepest drone.
 You talk to youngsters who speak gleefully of killing men, then shy ly show you photos of their girls back home.
 You sleep-you would be surprised how. Sleeping outdoors in wet weather and eating monotonous but sustaining rations becomes nothing to grouse about, mu3h. Anyway, you always know the enemy is even more uncomfortable. He has seen his best days and you're still head ing for your peak, Ills resources are limited and yours are limitless.
 Death becomes casual matter. Men accept the news that 0 half dozen of their friends are gone with 0 mere nod Football, American women, hot baths-these are sorne- thing In another world You get used to 2i-year-old captains carry ing life and death responsibilities and 25-year-old majors. They're toughened veterans who ordinarily would be in school or just starting business careers. Now war Is their business.
 At some places the old war and the new one merge, like between Dunierque and Ypres. As the bugler every night at 8 o'clock sounds the Hast post" beneath the Menin gate at Ypres marking the road over which thousands of British soldiers marched out to die quarter of @ century ago, the breeze brings the distant thunder of guns around Dun- kerque where the British again are fighting the old enemy.
 This time the old enemy Is caught in the implacable coils of an Allied squeezer, Everywhere we went we sensed the surge of Allied power and the piling up of crushing Allied strength so that while the squeeze may take 0 little longer than the folks at home expected, the result is foregone. The longer the Ger mans slave off the end the more complete and shattering 1t will be. - -