Word: beret
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Both ISA and the special operations group quickly got into trouble over questions of accountability. ISA, indeed, had to fight for its bureaucratic life almost from the moment of its creation. In mid-1981, James ("Bo") Gritz, a retired Green Beret colonel, planned to lead a small group of Americans on a foray into Laos to search for MIAs. Despite warnings, Jerry King insisted on helping him; ISA supplied Gritz with two cameras, plane tickets, parts for a lie detector and, Gritz claimed, $40,000 in cash. The preparations for Gritz's raid are said to have crossed wires with...
...signs are everywhere. Black-clad, beret-wearing intellectuals walk the streets, muttering in French accents about meta-narratives and hermeneutics. Texts by Foucault have replaced the once ubiquitous Marx-Engels Reader as the staple on every academic reading list. One has merely to stroll through the ever-growing Literary Criticism sections in Cambridge bookstores to recognize the imminent danger that is threatening our society. The Day of Deconstruction is upon...
...someday, and then what? I think section discussions are all so pedestrian, for I once read a book by T.S. Eliot and then debated its relevance to the underground music movement over a cup of coffee and a clove cigarette at a nameless cafe with a man wearing a beret-like hat. I too sometimes wear a beret-like...
During the Viet Nam War, the U.S. Special Forces relied on some loyal comrades: the Montagnards, mountain tribesmen who proved to be ferocious fighters. But after the fall of Saigon in 1975, the "Yards," as their Green Beret trainers fondly called them, were left to fend for themselves in their jungle homeland. Last week, following a dangerous eight-year odyssey across hostile territory in Laos, Kampuchea and Viet Nam, some 200 Montagnard men, women and children reached...
...that Andrei's treatment was not his fault, but he was a victim of circumstances. I walked out of the hospital. A nurse suddenly appeared, leading Andrei by the arm. He was wearing the same light coat in which he had been taken away in early May and his beret. It didn't seem as if he had lost weight; he looked almost bloated. We embraced, in tears. We got in the car. We just sat and wept with our arms around each other. About 20 minutes passed...