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...defeat the Axis, and Broadway, Hollywood and Tin Pan Alley operating at full throttle, every G.I. could hit the beach with a song in his backpack. Terrific songs, many of them. They still sound swell today, and they even look good on the bandbox stage of Manhattan's Blue Angel Supper Club in a larkish but poignant revue called Swingtime Canteen, directed by Kenneth Elliott...
...other "traditional" shows are more or less what could be expected: "Christy," "ABC Family Movie," "Home Improvement," "Touched by an Angel," "Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman" and "Me and the Boys." But no one ever defines the term "traditional." What does it mean? And why is it inherently conservative somehow? The welfare system has become a tradition, and I don't see anyone rushing to claim it. Traditional values can mean anything from racism to stay-at-home mothers...
Burke's enemies, however, see her as Dole's bad angel, the woman who urges on his predisposition to compromise. Not for Dole is Margaret Thatcher's credo that consensus is the negation of leadership. And not for Burke. Beyond that, some are even casting her as a Beltway Lady Macbeth-the wily, power-hungry woman who works her (secretly liberal) will through a feckless politician...
...best. Your writers took me to Bosnia. I was in the dirt, my face down, right along with O'Grady. I was crying with Captain Thomas Hanford when he flew over the Adriatic and heard O'Grady's radio signal. My heart was pounding along with Marine Sergeant Major Angel Castro's after the successful chopper rescue. I made the helicopter ride of a lifetime with Marines Paul Bruce and Michael Pevear. And finally, I too smelled the cypress and pine trees of the Dalmatian coast. It made me feel great. Joe Raymond Long Beach, California...
Their VIP passenger was strapped into a seat by Angel Castro Jr., a 45-year-old sergeant major who has spent more than half his life in the Marines. "I sat him down," Castro recalled in a thick Bronx accent, "and he said 'Thank you, thank you, thank you' -- he just kept on saying that." O'Grady was shivering, dehydrated and soaking wet. After he drank almost an entire canteen of water, Castro asked him if he wanted something to eat. He nodded, and an MRE -- a meal, ready-to-eat-was passed forward. O'Grady took three or four...