Week of Climax

Within one spring week it suddenly seemed that the war across the world was mounting to a climax and a breaking point. Germany's legendary Rhine barrier was forced in five growing bridgeheads; a storm of steel and fire was building up in the East. Defeat was staring Germany in the face, and the Germans had nothing with which to stave it off.

For Japan the specter of doom was not yet so close at hand, but it was coming closer. U.S. warplanes bombed Japanese warships in their home harbors. The panicky Japanese reported that the voracious Yankee naval task force was preparing to gobble more island bases near the Japanese homeland.

The plain fact was that the Axis enemies had lost the ability to take the offensive--Germany on her continent, Japan on her ocean. The Allies might be worn down by the strain of war, as Russia and Britain surely were. They might be drawn fiddlestring tight between two wars over vast distances--as the U.S. was. But they were on the offensive. And the longer they could drive themselves to stay on it, the sooner they could write the end of World War II.

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