Virgil Pinkley - Invasion

A telephone ringing in the dark of the park. Yes. Yes.

Jupakly, the European General Manager of United Press was driving to McMillan Hall in London. Things began to happen at the New York offices of U.P. The official German News Agency, P&B, says at 12.43 AM at the entire coast between Blob and Sherwood, is involved in what is claimed as an Allied invasion.

What do you make of it? I can't tell. It might be a German propaganda trick. I'm not. Put it on the main front. Play up the rumor angle. OK. And don't forget to add. There is no allied confirmation.

No allied confirmation. German rumors, Virgil Pinkley and his assistant, Edward Beatty, hurried to staff headquarters in London.

Farmers were throbbing overhead like the rumble of distant elevated trains. American military police wearing white helmets, gloves, and leggings escorted to kill you, pea men, to a large room, where fellow correspondents were seated. Your attention, please.

Served and no doubt read the piece of paper placed at the table before you. That is invasion communique number one. You may release it to the entire world in exactly five seconds. Five, four, three, two, one.

No confirmation, no confirmation. What's the matter with London anyway? Listen kid, you've got one thing to learn. The UP is not verifying any invasion reports false or otherwise until they're substantiated by allied headquarters. Keep this stuff, come in.

London, under the command of General Eisenhower, Allied naval forces, supported by strong air forces, began landing operations this morning on the northern coast of France. To United Press, New York, by Collie Small.

More than 2,300 American and British heavy bombers, deemed up in a shattering zero-hour bombardment of Northern France, sending an estimated 7,000 tons of bombs crashing on the network of German gun emplacements, grading the invasion coast.