Word: bivouac
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...constant exchange of radio invective, the ceaseless calls to arms fell upon Arab nerves already raw from poverty, humiliation, despair. In Lebanon, occasional bombs still went off, and 1,700 glad-to-be-gone U.S. marines left their fly-ridden bivouac in the dusty hills above Beirut and marched down to the beach for evacuation. There were hints that another marine battalion would shortly be withdrawn from Lebanon to the "floating reserve" of the Sixth Fleet...
...nonregulation pose with a favorite off-duty companion, nubile Starlet Anita Wood. For the record, Elvis had the camp P.I.O. issue a denial that he and Anita would marry, then, in a grand finale to his eight weeks of basic training, loped off to the Fort Hood, Texas bivouac area for a hard week of marching and infantry maneuvers-and nights in a pup tent instead of evening passes...
Juniors in Army ROTC will have a chance to learn the ropes of barracks life early this year at a bivouac, planned for March 24. The overnight ordeal, intended to prepare the men better for summer encampment, was recommended by a committee of this year's seniors...
...final" farewell tour of the U.S., Spain's youthful (64) Gypsy Vicente Escudero, grandest master of the flamenco, made an unlikely bivouac in Manhattan's staid Hotel Plaza, paused between stomping and fingernail-castanetting to reminisce about his roving life and good times. One of diminutive (5 ft. 6 in., 125 Ibs.) Dancer Escudero's closest barroom buddies was the late, bibulous portrayer of Montmartre, Maurice Utrillo. Was Utrillo ever sober? Snorted Escudero: "Ah, poor Maurice! When not in his cups he would fall down, so he sought to avoid sobriety at all costs!" Is Escudero...
...scored by relentless addition, had no climaxes. No one cheered. Many sat with eyes glued to mounted telescopes trained on the targets. Each evening, cease-fire came with the slowly fading light. Life for everyone at Camp Perry, by noisy day and quiet night, was a pleasant summer bivouac. They slept on cots in Perry's concrete-floored hutments (billeting: $1 a day), ate cafeteria-style in a big mess hall, stole off to the beach, a stone's throw from the steady fusillade. Off the range, they talked trigger-happily of their guns...