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...colleagues in the field of speech have watched with indulgence and some amusement the earth-shaking experiments of this self-declared wizard. As one of them, I have no strenuous objections if the good professor wants to lock himself in a laboratory and determine, for example, if the burp is a plosive or a fricative or how many times per second the navel vibrates during the sounding of the intermediate "a," but I do cry out in anguish when I learn that Fairbanks is now devising ways to compress speech (TIME, March 23] and . . . endorsing the general idea of faster...
Later, aboard a hospital ship, Gonzalez could remember little of what had happened to him in the 30 hours since he had been ambushed, wounded in the neck and chest by burp-gun fire, and captured. He had been beaten by the Chinese, but did not remember being released. Said he: "I thought I had escaped." Actually, he was the first American to benefit directly from the new Red peace offensive, the first wounded prisoner to be returned...
...Chinese coming towards them with their hands up, as if to surrender. Suddenly, from a closed fist, one of the Chinese flipped a hand grenade. The grenade killed the Korean. Stanley hoisted his 20-lb. rifle to his shoulder and killed both Chinese with a single burst. Then, as burp gun slugs and a hail of grenades fell around him, he began to creep back down the slope, looking for cover...
...propped his shoulder against the wooden doorframe. His combat boots sank in the soft mud of the communication trench. As Chinese heads popped around a bend in the trench, one by one, Stanley cut loose with his BAR. "All through the shells and burp guns," he recalled later, "I kept on whispering I believe in only one God, Jesus, and crying out the Lord is my shepherd...
...Marines sprayed the summit with automatic-carbine fire. Chinese on the ridge replied with burp guns. Amid the brush of the slope, Marines tumbled the bulky, bleeding form of the wounded sergeant on to a poncho and labored off in the darkness, a man hauling at each corner of the improvised litter. Bright, raucous mortar bursts followed along behind them. The bursts were short and above the din they heard a cheering sound-two alarmed Chinese patrols back on the ridge were busily trying to kill each other. The Marines reached their own lines safely by dawn...