Word: compassion
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Montagnard mercenaries, led by a U.S. Special Forces sergeant, "zapped" a North Vietnamese platoon in the mountain massif to the rear of the Air Cav's An Khe headquarters. In a tin box on one of the Communist bodies was a Chinese mortar sight, on others a compass, quadrant and binoculars: ominous evidence that the North Vietnamese might be preparing to clobber An Khe with mortar fire in preparation for an assault. Into the mountains swept chopper loads of Air Cavalrymen to "spoil" the Red attack before it could be mounted...
...Report, Keating proposed more offbeat investigations. He suggested sending an undercover man to Louisiana's Plaquemines Parish to poke around a rumored "slave camp" for civil rights workers. Not only that, charged a Ramparts man, he even wanted to equip the gumshoe with a hollow heel containing a compass-so that he could find his way back again...
History, concludes Wilder, "is one tapestry. No eye can venture to compass more than a hand's-breadth. There is much talk of a design in the arras. Some are certain they see it. Some see what they have been told to see. Some remember that they saw it once but have lost it. Some are strengthened by seeing a pattern wherein the oppressed and the exploited of the earth are gradually emerging from their bondage. Some find strength in the conviction that there is nothing to see. Some...
...stage while his 40-man tech crew took down the lights and the platforms. Below him swirled little groups of MRA singers arguing their doctrine with Harvard students and Cliffies. It is a simple doctrine. MRA wants to change the character of man, using "absolute moral standards as a compass in personal and national life." There are the four absolutes--love, purity, honesty, and unselfishness. But MRA is not an ideology and not a religion. That is clear from the literature, which the Sing-Out Kids and their leaders readily quote: "It is not a religion nor a substitute...
What mind can compass, what tongue relate the baroque doings which surround a Hasty Pudding opening--that manic cross between a mid-ocean gala and a run on the bank? The searchlights, the celebrities, the spilled drinks, the crowd's frenzied yelps of mutual recognition: the scene suggests unwitting passage into a claustrophobe's vision of the Apocalypse...