 Your commentator is Basil Reisdale. Here is the last act in the tremendous drama of the Tunisian theater of war, with the inspired British 8th Army attacking the Marathon line. Within range of German guns, they paused humbly for divine guidance before coming to grips with the enemy. Two after being smashed back almost to the gates of Alexandria have driven the famed Africa Corps into the longest retreat in history, and now they blast them from the Marathon line. Fanks and artillery concentrate on the Gabbas' gap. As the British advance westward, prisoners accumulate an ever-increasing number until it becomes a problem to organize facilities to get them to the rear and into temporary camps. Gabbas is taken. El Hama falls at the same time. The overjoyed native inhabitants discard hated Nazi badges. Liberty now instead of goose-step regulations. General Sir Bernard Montgomery of the Victoria's 8th Army enters the city through streets lined with cheering crowds. Certainly, here is evidence that the British will be welcomed on the continent when other great days come. Ron DeSlox, the tank's rumble, fares an old-time foreign legionnaire. Meanwhile, the North African Commander-in-Chief, the American General Dwight D. Eisenhower, is preparing a brilliant strategy. The American Second Corps moves out of the Kassarine Pass and regains ground lost in an earlier setback that came close to disaster. They forge ahead to try and effect a junction with the British 8th Army. General George Patton, their field commander, watches a clash between the spearheads of his armored divisions and Nazi Mark IV. In the mines, they watch the action. There's a Nazi dive bomber letting one go. American gunners scratch off a stuka on its way to becoming a heap of flaming junk. It is American drive on the planks upon Arnim's Africa Corps that at last eases the burden of the battling British 8th Army, which has borne the brunt of the struggle until now. The battle remains of Axis-mechanized might. An advance guard of Tommies approaches an American scouting force. Then they meet 15 miles east of El Guatar, a great moment in the drama of North Africa. But Yanks and Tommies are too happy to think of great moments as they make the most of this one in the way that soldiers will when there's a relief from tension. Cigarettes come out and are passed around. They find out quickly that they don't speak exactly the same language, but they have a good time exchanging helmets and ribbing each other about cockney or Simon Pure American speech. Even the southern boys laugh when they're called Yank and shake on it. Our and General Montgomery meet on the battlefield and it is from this moment on that the coordinated plan for the final offensive is set. The Russians suddenly leave the center and appear far up on the northern end of the line. Frustrate every attempt of the Nazis to concentrate reserves and supplies. Heels are torn to pieces and Phonarnim is caught with his main forces too far to the east. American artillery finds targets with an accuracy that astounds the Germans. Field Commander of the Allied Forces meets with General Omar N. Bradley, American Field Commander. Now the pressure is on. There's the naval station at Bezerk being pounded by American shells. Enemy batteries at the naval station are silenced by American artillery, preparing the way for troops to advance and take the city. Here they come and the infantry is still queen of battle as it moves in to play the major role at the city gate for halt for a moment. Not because there's a speed limit within the city, but because caution rules. Pooby traps and snipers are everywhere and these American boys have learned to be cautious the hard way. It will take a miracle shot to get him. A sniper is located. And that's the end of him. The ruins of Bezerk look safe, but these yanks are taking no chances. The city of Tunis falls almost at the same moment and advanced patrols of the British First Army begin to mop up snipers. It isn't long before the Axis rear guard in the city decides that they don't really want to die for Hitler. From Bezerk to the Cap-born Peninsula, Germans docilely quit cold, even the high-ranking officers. The Nazi General Fritz Krause, Major General Villa-Baltz Borowitz, even Colonel General Jürgen von Arnim is flushed out of the mountains near Tunis. The Italian Marshal Giovanni Messi personifying the mess in Africa for Mussolini. He has the baggage of a globetrotter, but his global activities now will be restricted. Von Arnim gets a car all to himself on the way to a barbed wire-enclosed lock-up. The last three days of the campaign are fantastic, unbelievable. There's no Dunkirk, no Bataan, no Stalingrad, no desperate effort evacuation, no last cartridge battle to the end. For the most part, not even dignified surrender. It is collapse, total and unmitigated, the disintegration of an army of more than 200,000 men. When General Anderson's main forces enter Tunis, the people greet them with a demonstration almost hysterical. No victorious army ever met a reception expressing greater joy and relief than these Tunisians. Meanwhile, Bezerk is giving the Yanks a welcome. And this is just a foretaste of what will happen in the cotton of Europe, the oppressed, long-suffering people giving vent to pent-up emotions. To these liberated thousands, this is the end of Nazi brutalities. Vichy French cowardice, near starvation, forced labor. It is the end of the war for them. General Eisenhower's achievement, a milestone in the march for freedom.