Six Decades After War, Cleanup Is a Constant
FUERSTENSEE, Germany Deep in the Pomeranian forest, hidden among the groves of scraggly pine and birch, the World War II bomb squad is hard at work. At 11:15 on an overcast winter morning, Alfred Buchholz carefully guides his spade into the sandy loam on the forest floor, aiming for the exact spot where a co-worker's squawking magnetometer has signaled the presence of metal. He strikes something hard and bends down to grab an object the size of a softball, encrusted with corrosion and dirt. ...-
