Dawn-Perry

From Alamein: War Without Hate, by John Bierman & Colin Smith
  • As dawn broke, lieutenant David Perry. . . [overheard] a radio conversation near Bir Hacheim [between] a scout car and rear headquarters.
  • Scout: There is a cloud of dust to the south, it has the appearance of a military formation.
  • HQ: There are no, repeat no, troops to your south.
  • Scout: The cloud of dust to the south is growing larger. It is undoubtedly a military formation.
  • HQ: We repeat, there are no, repeat no, troops to your south.
  • Scout: Through the haze I can now identify tanks. . . Possibly German Mark IVs.
  • HQ: We repeat, there are no, repeat no, troops to your south.
  • Scout: I can now positively identify German Mark IV tanks, together with motorized infantry. It appears to be a large German force.
  • HQ (sounding irritated): We repeat, no, repeat no, forces in your vicinity.
  • Scout: I am counting Mark IVs -- one, two, three, four, five, six, seven -- at a speed of approximately thirty miles an hour towards El Aden.
  • HQ (sounding resigned): There are no forces in your area.
  • Scout: I have been spotted by the enemy and am under fire [background noise of exploding shells]. I repeat, it is a large enemy formation...
  • HQ (sounding bored): there are no enemy forces in your area.
  • Scout: It is undoubtedly the Afrika Korps moving at high speeds towards El Adem. I am under... [silence, end of transmission].

derekblasberg: I took this picture of @katyperry and @ladygaga last night at the Javits Center, where everyone had come to celebrate our first female president. It was taken when Pennsylvania’s ballots were counted, and it felt officially over. The room was sad but not shocked: The closer the race, the more divided the republic. Yet, we had hope. We still do. Here’s to praying we find answers in places we never expected them, and for not forgetting that it’s darkest just before the dawn.

@derekblasberg: I took this picture of @katyperry and @ladygaga last night at the Javits Center, where everyone had come to celebrate our first female president. It was taken when Pennsylvania’s ballots were counted, and it felt officially over. The room was sad but not shocked: The closer the race, the more divided the republic. Yet, we had hope. We still do. Here’s to praying we find answers in places we never expected them, and for not forgetting that it’s darkest just before the dawn.