Word: armored
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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East Germans show uncommon imagination in escaping Walter Ulbricht's Communist prison state.* A circus troupe, animals, merry-go-round and all, once drove across to the West as if it were en route to a carnival. One man reinforced the family car with armor plate, then crashed through the Wall with wife and friends as the Communist Volkspolizei fired vainly at them. An East German locomotive engineer opened the throttle and took his whole train to West Berlin. But until last week, no one had found a way of reaching freedom under the very feet of the Vopos...
...letter writing aside, the son was a familiar type of cultivated societies-the fussy, dilettantish, delicately feline bachelor, a connoisseur of wit and, even more, of social oddities and human blemishes. Horace carefully examined every ointment, hoping to discover a fly in it, minutely tested every piece of armor, hoping to encounter a crack; yet in all this there was less malice than sense of metier. As Beau Brummell dressed for future ages, or Lucullus dined, Walpole peered into corners. But he had, too, his more special, often laborious pursuits: Strawberry Hill, the house he built to his own design...
...Sitzkrieg at Checkpoint Charlie still performed a function: in a remarkable way it showed the world how Berlin really felt. One day last week, an elderly woman in a tattered grey coat faced a G.I. bundled on his armored personnel carrier, held out three fresh pink carnations, murmured in German, "I brought you some different colors today; God bless you!" Understanding the sentiment if not the words, the young soldier accepted the flowers with a grin, muttered "Danke schön" proudly stuffed them in the perforated barrel cooler of his 20-mm. cannon. Farther up the street a pack...
...terms of safety the ideal car for today's superhighways is very likely an eight-wheeled box lined with foam rubber and plated with several feet of armor; the driver should be strapped in like an astronaut in a space capsule...
...During the reorganization of the 32nd Division in 1947, I recruited Marshfield's two fine batteries of field artillery for the 120th F.A. Bn., and in just 1½ hours! You made no mistake in your fine report on General Abrams. As a staff officer in the 4th Armored, I saw the devastation he wreaked on German armor with the 37th Tank. Sleep well, America...