Word: crept
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...prison ship, anchored in the harbor of Stettin. Seven hundred and fifty Frenchmen were lodged in the ship's holds and farmed out to local factories. But their real lives began at night when the great doors of the holds had clanged shut on them. Then the prisoners crept out of their bunks to dark corners where, with light provided by stolen electrical equipment (salvaged from the wreckage of R.A.F. bombings in the neighborhood), they set up "clubhouses . . . based on a unique interest...
...that another daytime fight was in progress. The news shook us a bit and Chuck's voice was irritable as he said: "Move out, goddamit. Get that machine gun before it gets light or they'll be on us again." Half an hour passed .during which dawn crept over the hills. Morehouse again reported that he had made no progress, and again Chuck Horner spoke to him: "Listen, Al, you got 90 rifles and machine guns. You going to let one machine gun hold you up? We're not getting anywhere by not moving...
...France, artillery fire went down 200 yards ahead of troops, who crept within 100 yards waiting for it to lift before attacking. Occasional shorts were inevitable, and infantry learned to expect 2% casualties from its own supporting artillery. Foot soldiers' traditional greeting to artillerymen was two raised fingers, like Winston Churchill's "V" signal...
...nearly as any German city has ever been in this war, Hamburg was dead last week. Its streets were twisting lanes through tumbled wreckage. A few busses crept along them, while cars equipped with loudspeakers called on the population to leave. Hamburg had no gas, no electricity, no water, little food. Money existed no longer - food, busses and trains were simply taken where they could be had and no one asked for payment. In the ruins, on the streets, in the branches of trees where bombs had blown them, lay the dead, their eyes wide open, staring...
...season & out, Times Pundit Arthur Krock and his Washington bureau have been at great pains to explain that, generally speaking, the State Department is without flaws; and that if any little flaws have crept in, they are the work of Mr. Roosevelt, never of good, grey Cordell Hull. But this story, on the authority of unnamed officials, flatly reported that the State Department: 1) is in a sorry state of confusion; 2) is the scene of bitter personal intrigue; 3) has no coherent foreign policy...