Word: bombing
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...going to be there like mosquitoes. Your attack on Moncada was & big mistake." Castro, who had already named his movement "26th of July'' for the date of the Moncada attack, was hurt. But he force-marched his rebels through the mountains 15 hours a day, learned mapmaking, bomb making and marksmanship. On Nov. 26, 1956, Castro and 81 revolutionaries set to sea from Tuxpam on the Gulf of Mexico aboard their Prío-bought 62-ft. yacht Gramma...
...Underground. The new hope nourished a deadly and dedicated underground in and out of Cuba, devoted to terror, arms smuggling, espionage, fund raising. The rebels planted bombs in Havana, sometimes 100 in a night, in gambling joints, movie houses. The police and Batista's dreaded Military Intelligence Service counter-terrorized Cuba by killing suspected underground members, leaving their bodies on busy sidewalks to be seen by stenographers going to work. In reprisal a Santiago mother placed a wreath at night on the exact spot where her son was slain. An arrogant cop kicked the flowers away next morning...
...airstrip open on mountain pastures. By spring of 1958 arms flights became big and frequent-notably from rich Venezuela, which had just thrown off a dictatorship. Cubans in Florida regularly flew planeloads of arms from small airports in Broward County and at Ocala and Lakeland, once made a fire-bomb...
...Bombs & Clips. Mikoyan never seemed to mind the necessity for extra security precautions, such as checking food with Geiger counters (to guard against attempts to poison him with radioactive substances) or the telephone bomb threat that delayed his airplane out of Chicago. In fact, he appeared even philosophical as, from place to place, he was dogged by bitter Hungarian and Ukrainian pickets, who threw stones, snowballs and eggs (no direct hits) in disregard of President Eisenhower's call for a show of courtesy. At first, he thought that "it is like a comedy," but by the time he landed...
Down through the years, as the zing of arrows gave way to the boom of the bomb, the people who live on the roof of the world never complained about all the noise down below. All they asked was to be left alone. Except for the occasional call by Lowell Thomas or somebody looking for the Abominable Snowman, they got their wish. Down below, Hannibal and Hitler, Socrates and Sinatra flashed by; high in the Himalayas, ignorant and innocent of it all, the people went right on hunting snow leopards, dodging devils and waiting for the reincarnation of their uncles...