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Omar Bradley, Matt Ridgwayand Max Taylor, Nate Twining and Curt LeMay, Arthur Radford and Arleigh Burke-the very names still conjure up images of flaming cannon, of contrails across enemy skies, of destroyers heading into battle at flank speed. It detracts nothing from their successors to say that the names of "Bus" Wheeler, "Johnny" Johnson, "Dave" McDonald, "J. P." McConnell and "Wally" Greene are hardly household words...
Laced Jackets. At 9:45 a.m., as Big Ben struck the quarter-hour and cannon boomed, a gun carriage emerged from Westminster Hall, where Churchill's body had lain in state for three days and nights. The coffin on the gun carriage was shrouded with the Union Jack, on which rested a black velvet cushion bearing the diamond and gold regalia of the Order of the Garter. More than 100 sailors of the Royal Navy-Churchill's favorite service-drew the gun carriage and its burden forward at a measured 65 paces to the minute.* Each minute...
...great bells of St. Paul's pealed out as the coffin was returned to the gun carriage. Cannon again reverberated. Sixty salutes had already been fired; now came 30 more-one for every year of Churchill's life. Sixty Highland bagpipers from different Scottish regiments piped the coffin down to the wharf at the foot of Tower Hill where Beefeaters in full uniform stood guard. Against the backdrop of Tower Bridge the vast Pool of London lay as still as an inland lake. Across the river great cranes bowed low in touching, mechanical precision. To the piping...
...bull's back and began to wrap the rope around his hand. The angry animal chose that instant to leap 4 ft. straight up, 10 ft. forward, and dig its front hooves into the dirt. Wegner flew headfirst over the horns ("like he was shot from a cannon," said one awed spectator), and as he lay gasping in the dirt, the bull ran over his body. Miraculously, he escaped with nothing worse than bruises. Four days later he was back in action, and unlucky enough to draw another never-ridden bull-this time a mammoth Black Angus-Brahma cross...