 and merchant marine, and to carry on the glorious tradition of the United States Navy. The school salutes men who have been promoted from the ranks, ships of the United Nations, and rubber surfboards with remarkable skill to seal the doom of the Axis in North Africa, Americans of the Second Army Corps on the road to Bezerth, armored brigades clearing a path for the infantry to the city. Allied tank commanders await orders to advance. Serves are strewn like mileposts along the road of retreat. General Eisenhower, Allied Commander-in-Chief, inspect samples of Nazi ingenuity, cunning booby traps designed to explode in the hands of unsuspecting soldiers. On the American right flank, the British Eighth Army blasting their way to Tunis, the Nazi occupation. General Sir Bernard Montgomery, leader of the Gallant Eighth Army, is the man of the armed. Desperately, the crippled Luftwaffe seeks to stem the drive. But one after another, the once invincible Nazi war planes are shot to earth in flames. British allies, the advanced guard of United States forces enters the outskirts of Bezerth, cautiously and rapidly. For enemy snipers still lurk amid the ruins. Machine gun nests are wiped out by tank fire. They search the city, surprised to find no signs of the expected Nazi resistance. African war machine collapses. Nazi soldiers driving their own trucks and bringing all their equipment surrender without a fight. Thousands surrendered to the allies in five days. C's simply threw down their weapons and threw up their hat to Churchill, meet with the Pacific War Council to decide when and signifies that the war chiefs are in conference. General Marshall, United States Chief of Staff, plans the strategy of global war. On the White House lawn, the Joint Command, British and American. Churchill, Lion of Britain. Roosevelt, Man of Destiny, their terms to the Axis, unconditional surrender.