Word: chute
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...Soviet TV commentator was clearly excited. "The parachute is coming down, coming down!" he repeated rapidly. "Coming down!" Beneath the plume of a red-and-white chute one morning last week, a capsule drifted earthward carrying three cosmonauts, Leonid Kizim, 43, Vladimir Solovyev, 38, and Oleg Atkov, 35, to the arid steppes of Soviet Kazakhstan. The triumphant trio, who had been aloft since last February aboard an orbiting Soviet space station, were the possessors of a new space endurance record: a 237-day spin through the heavens.* A more important trophy was the cache of information gathered from experiments...
...main-store answer is 5:30,6:30 on Thursdays, probably because Dallas itself seems much in favor of being early to bed-it also follows Ben Franklin's advice on the other end of light. People are out of the chute and into a capitalistic day before a Type B visitor can finish the front page. Dallas. The chest-beating lyric will be heard a lot in the coming week: "Big D-little a-double...
...were dropped so low that their parachutes never opened. Private Donald Burgett recalled that they "made a sound like large, ripe pumpkins being thrown down against the ground." The 101st's commander, Major General Maxwell Taylor, was dropped at 500 ft. and said later, "God must have opened the chute...
...Germans had permitted a number of rivers to flood the fields, and many paratroopers landed with their burden of supplies in three or four feet of water. Father Francis Sampson, a Catholic chaplain, sank into water over his head and just barely managed to cut himself free from his chute. Then he had to dive down five or six times to retrieve his equipment for saying Mass. Private John Steele had a different kind of religious problem: his parachute caught on the steeple of the church in Ste.-Mère-Eglise, so he played dead while German patrols prowled...
...turn on the 70-meter sliding board, the pines of Malo Polje seemed outnumbered by fans. The hills echoed with "U-lah-gah, U-lah-gah," probably the loudest timpani in all the long history of men and banana peels. The amazing noise brought Ulaga out of the chute splendidly, but the track's icy grooves were too narrow to contain such enthusiasm. Backing up in mid-air like a duck in the path of buckshot, Ulaga flapped in every direction until he put down gracelessly 100 ft. short of expectation. "One leg go like this...