Word: 47s
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...long line of twin-engine C-47s began taking off at seven-second intervals from Welford shortly after 10 p.m., Eisenhower stood there watching, his hands sunk deep in his pockets. He went on watching until the last plane circled into the darkness overhead. A correspondent standing near him said the general's eyes were full of tears. That same afternoon, after he watched the first troop convoys preparing to depart, Eisenhower had scribbled a strange note for himself, a message that would be ready if everything ended in disaster: "Our landings ... have failed ... The troops, the Air and Navy...
Small groups of Toyota desert vehicles, with 106-mm recoilless rifles mounted at the rear, wheel and charge like cavalry in the vastness of the Sahara. Outriders hang from the sides, firing their AK-47s with deadly grace. Very young and therefore very brave, the men of these small fighting units, or escadrons, whip their Toyotas' flanks until the vehicles seem to snort and froth at the bit like fine-blood Arab stallions. The young soldiers move silently, without war cries except for the high-pitched scream of their engines...
...soldiers set up portable radios and turned the house into a small battle center. After three hours of captivity, the students were released without harm. Said Doyle about the soldiers: "I asked them to please lock up when they left." (He later found the house abandoned, locked, the AK-47s left behind...
...first surprise awaited us as we stepped onto the shore to be met by a military Jeep. The soldiers were not, as the radio had promised, U.S. Marines, but Grenadians, wearing East German helmets and carrying AK-47s. Overhead the calm was shattered by deafening shooting and rocketing from U.S. helicopters as we quickly scrambled ashore. It was only noon Tuesday, the week had barely begun, and Big Alfred was already headed back to the open...
...Tempelhof Airport the occasional shiny C-54s and many battered C-47s landed at the daylight rate of one every three minutes. Scores of ten-ton trucks rolled out to meet them. One hundred and fifty G.I.s and German workers labored 24 hours a day to get them unloaded. In the orange and white control tower, 13 G.I.s worked around the clock, surrounded by Coke bottles, cigarette smoke, and the brassy chattering of radios. The chaotic chorus of American voices was tense but happy; America was in its element. "Give me an ETA on EC 84 . . . That's flour...