ABSTRACT
As the remnants of the Lincoln and MacKenzie-Papineau Battalions made their way back across the Ebro river, singly and in small groups, there was cause at once for repeated celebration and recurrent sorrow. Some men, thought lost, somehow made it through the enemy lines. Milt Wolff, alone for days, mostly without food, finally swam the river and rejoined his men in the second week of April. He was now commanding the Lincolns. But with every reunion the absences were also on everyone's mind. Many, like Merriman, were simply never heard from again. The Americans were now down to just over a hundred men.
