ABSTRACT
Saturday, 5 May. The morning dawned majestic on the grey-silver Danube and its valley clothed in a misty veil. The spring sunshine, the mountain greenery, the dark pines, the snowy crests, all would seem in retrospect like the birth of a new life. This day of liberation, that belonged above all else to the starving survivors who wrung their gnarled hands in gratitude for their deliverance, belonged also to the 64 Americans of Patton's Third Army who reached the gates on the morning that none who was present would forget.
