Word: ambusher
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...perhaps because the Vung Tau hangovers are gone. We walk all morning, stopping for a ten-minute break each hour. At the noon break, the radio sputters with orders from the battalion commander to a unit that has made contact with the enemy five miles away. There was an ambush; one American was killed when he walked into an NVA bunker complex. Another is wounded and a helicopter is down. The battalion commander, flying overhead in his helicopter, says he is going in to pick up the downed pilot. His chopper is loaded with electronic gear...
...Much Rain. At dawn we set off again. When we finally reach the ambush site, we find only some rice left behind by the NVA, a pair of bloody trousers, a B40 North Vietnamese rocket case and a document nobody can read...
Stealth and Ambush. The exploits of those years of remembered glory were characterized by stealth, ambush, assassination and intimidation. Arms caches and the police were the main targets. On Jan. 21, 1919, gunmen raiding a cart of explosives killed two Royal Irish Constabulary guards, thereby causing the first British deaths since the Easter Rising. Gunmen began ambushing the constables from behind walls and ditches. In November 1919, a daring raid by the I.R.A. Cork Brigade cleaned out the arms from a British sloop in Bantry Bay. The Irish public tacitly supported the cause with boycotts of British goods...
...Shaw cabled from Belfast last week, Bren-gun carriers stand guard over the crowds hurrying home in the autumn dusk before the city closes down for the night. Bus service stops at 7 p.m. because arsonists of the I.R.A. have been setting buses afire to lure security forces into ambush. After 10 p.m., all main roads leading to I.R.A. strongholds are closed to private cars, and no taxi will go near them. One who goes in on foot will be searched by patrolling British troops, or stopped half a dozen times in half a mile by I.R.A. women vigilantes...
...boredom which took me to Tabasco during the religious persecution, to a leproserle in the Congo, to the Kikutu reserve during the Mau-Mau insurrection, to the emergency in Malaya and to the French war in Vietnam. There, in those last three regions of clandestine war, the fear of ambush served me just as effectively as the revolver from the corner cupboard in the lifelong war against boredom...