Word: cliff
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...city squatted on a towering bluff above the forests and marshes across the Desna. It looked shabby and scarred and a little indolent, for its steel mills and cement plants were silent and its people hid in dark corners. Atop the cliff German soldiers were building new defenses. Beyond the river two grimy, shattered railroad stations echoed the rumble of troop trains. And from the forests guerrillas watched the city, and emerged at night to derail German trains, ambush convoys, kill sentries...
...Cliff's mother will not try to keep him down on the Elmwood farm, now that he has seen Oran. Until he is old enough to start all over again in the Army, ex-Airman Wherley has picked his job: inspector of Marauders in Glenn Martin's Omaha plant...
...just dive-bombed the jutting rock of Troina where it stuck up like an island amid the circling mountain peaks. Black smoke curled upward in columns, merging into one big black cloud beneath which Troina disappeared like Camelot fading into the mists. We drove our jeep around a cliff to where an ambulance had halted beneath a ledge. Beyond that no car could advance, for the road was mined. By the ambulance lay a soldier who looked up at us with the tender, inquiring gaze the eyes of wounded men often seem to wear. A first-aid man gently scooped...
...going to get Troina tonight." Another Night. Except for the small pocket on our right, the Germans seemed to have departed. Chuck Horner chose a patrol to scout the approaches to the town. As the sun sank behind the hills, casting its last rays on the cliff of Troina, Major Horner gave Lieut. Mastyl, who was the leader of the patrol, his last instructions: "If you get up to the town and there's nobody there, fire two red flares. Then come back to L Company and direct them on the route you took toward the town. Then...
...City of the Bombed. Looking through glasses, we saw that sheets and drawers and white pieces of cloth were hanging straight down from windows in the face of the cliff. We ventured upward in column, passing along the way a ghostly old woman lying amid crumbling plaster and shattered timber, who stretched out her hands to us, stared out of sightless eyes, and moaned like the wind whining through pine trees...