Word: blasts
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...prospects of actually withdrawing the remaining German forces were grimmer still. France was now a quagmire as well as an abattoir. The German Seventh Army, foolishly reinforced by elements of the Fifteenth which had been guarding the robot-bomb coast, was pinned against the Seine, under a withering blast of Allied fire from the ground...
...Germans also launched massive attacks at the corridor held by the Russians on the Gulf of Riga, apparently trying to blast an escape route for the German divisions trapped in Latvia and Estonia. The Germans claimed that they had shelled General Bagramian's positions from cruisers in the Gulf, that they had established contact with their pocketed forces. The Russians admitted abandoning several places west of Riga. To the east, however, Generals Bagramian and Masslenikov were squeezing the pocket hard...
...bleeding in the gums and all her teeth loosened . . . and she was partly hysterical. And all the chickens were up in the trees flapping their wings which sort of added to the unreality. Paula, (10), was quiet and subdued. Young Andrew, (3), had a mouthful of dirt from the blast and was crying miserably. Funny about Andrew-he wouldn't go through the house to the street and for three days he howled if you took him near a house...
...point was to get the junk off what furniture wasn't smashed and patch the roof quick against rain. . . . The blast had pushed the back and front walls some eight inches from the sidewalks so we couldn't risk ladders. We had to climb the inner sidewall and snake a tarpaulin through, weight it and throw it over the front and back walls since you couldn't stand on them. And you never knew when the floors would go. Yes it was a bit sticky, that...
...think you quite understand it if you live in a big steel and concrete building that would stand up to the blast. Where most Londoners live, in these miserable little brick houses which fall to dust and rubble a dozen at a time, when a bomb falls in the road it's different. But really what gets me down most is living alone-no love, no kids, no decent food...