Word: braver
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...flying, he tried to overcome his fear by parachuting. On Luzon, he made a battle jump with the 11th Airborne Division in civilian street shoes. Result: one broken ankle. Said TIME HEMISPHERE Editor John Walker, who survived the Leyte bomb blast with Dowling: "Being with him made you braver than you were...
...10th Regiment of the Novgorod Dragoons, few were younger and none was braver than Georgy Zhukov, the kid from Kaluga Province. While their beauty-darlings sobbed and cried, the 10th dashed in behind the German lines and with saber and carbine cut down the enemy gunners. This was World War I, and twice young Georgy received the coveted St. George Cross, awarded only for valor in battle. In his black tunic, blue breeches and patent-leather kepi with bronze double-eagle, he was a doughty figure in the Czarist army...
...warrant if Uncle Ho ever caught up with them. Last week several thousand refugees, fleeing from the Communist interior, got trapped on a sandbar off the coast of North Viet Nam. Before them lay the sea. Behind them lay the Communist land of compulsory joy. In frail craft, the braver, stronger ones made it out to the three-mile limit, where a French aircraft carrier waited to pick them up and take them south to freedom. But the others, it seemed, were doomed. If any ship came inside the three-mile limit to pick up the refugees, the Viet Minh...
...second method, while it requires a much braver intellectual front, has the great advantage of making your World Travelers feel as if they had done The Wrong Thing. When asked if you have been abroad you reply, diffidently yet with assurance, "No, never thought of it. Spend all my summers in Los Blancos, New Mexico. D. H. Lawrence country, you know. No, no Europe for me. You know what Orwell said, an old boneheap and all that. After all, it's the Pueblos that have the real past and the mystique. Matter of fact, they've got the future...
That night there was a deathly stillness when Franklin turned up at the casino. Franklin sauntered over to his table, picked up the Correo Andaluz and started reading. One Alcalá cattle dealer, braver than his fellows, crossed the smoky room, cleared his throat and said: "Listen Seňor Franklino. If Plácido fails to show up another time, just let me know. I'll bring down my team of working mules from the farm. Please never do that again. It's bad for the fiesta." Franklin rose, bowed gravely and replied: "Thank you, senor...