Word: bombs
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...outward confidence of every public act and word of the Man & Wife of the Year-particularly the tone of her cables from Nanking to the U. S. press (TIME, Nov. 23). Until the evacuation of Nanking, Mme Chiang was writing about how "my air force" was going to bomb Tokyo, carefully sparing "the women and children...
Some days after the Rightist capture of Gijón two months ago an extraordinary story reached foreign correspondents in Madrid and Valencia: several hundred Dinamiteros, bomb-throwing Asturian miners-whom Rightists hate so much that they are executed whenever captured-had slipped through the mountains by night, wormed their way through 300 miles of Rightist territory, and through another battle line, to reassemble with their officers, safe in Leftist territory...
...Japanese officer and several soldiers who, if they were not aware of her identity when they came aboard, were in no misapprehension when they left. At 1130 p. m. a squadron of planes, easily identified as Japanese by the red balls on their wings, appeared and dropped their first bomb. A direct hit just forward of the bridge put the Panay's only antiaircraft gun out of action, slammed Lieut. Commander Hughes against the bridge wheel, broke his leg, and blew all the clothes off Lieutenant D. H. Biwerse of Sheboygan, Wis. but left him uninjured...
Finally Executive Officer Arthur F. Anders, shot through the throat and unable to speak, scrawled the order to abandon ship on the bulkhead. While the crew and refugee passengers, many of them wounded, were being taken ashore in small boats, the planes machine-gunned them, then veered off to bomb three Standard Oil tankers. The refugees, fearful of more attacks, lay freezing in the muck & reeds of the river bank when Japanese motorboats appeared, fired a couple of belts of machine gun bullets into the Panay, boarded her and finally left her to sink. Two hours and 20 minutes after...
...harsh, unsparing book. The fascists who crowd its pages are brutal, the revolutionists fanatical, the peasants stupid, the intellectuals timidly ineffectual or suicidally brave. Writing with deceptive simplicity, sometimes introducing real people like Andre Malraux, Nogales occasionally hits a strange note of lyric violence: "In the morning light a bomb thrown from an airplane leaves behind a pretty, luminous wake. The tuning fork of space vibrates on being struck...