Eagle for Ike

"We have come a long way," said General Dwight Eisenhower, standing on a chair on the roof of a hotel looking down on the blue Mediterranean. The hot afternoon sun beat into his eyes as he faced 200 British and American officers, charter members of his Allied Force Headquarters, one year old last week.

"I am proud of my staff. . . . We have showed . . . that the Allies can fight under one command and as one nation. We are not Americans, not British, but Allies, and as Allies we have but one thought--how to kill the Hun."

A British general led three hip-hip-hoorays. The 86-piece Army band broke out with the Beer Barrel Polka, Ike Eisenhower's favorite tune. Four-starred temporary General Eisenhower stepped down to accept double congratulations. The day before he had received notice of his promotion to permanent full colonel in the regular U.S. Army. Inevitable Army red tape then asserted itself: he was ordered to an Army doctor for a physical examination to show his fitness for the promotion.

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