On the 11th the Division attacked once more. Weakened as it was, there was no stopping it now. Like a tightly wound clock that wouldn't stop no matter how the parts were beaten and bent, the 90th struck and continued to strike until the cream of the enemy's armies, the mighty and invincible parachutists who had scourged the nations of Europe, hesitated, cracked, broke and ran.
At the same time the 357th, striking in strength, overwhelmed the defenders of Beau-Coudray and advanced virtually unopposed to the south. All along the Division front the enemy withdrew. The Mahlman Line was broken. Four days later the 90th reached its assigned objectives. For thirteen days, without relief, they had battered themselves against a determined foe. And now they dropped wearily to the earth, and slept.