Word: dead
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Twenty Bars. Mitzkus was lying beside the wreckage. Alvey crawled to him, felt his pulse. He was dead. Alvey crept on around the plane picking up candy bars. He had bought twelve Hershey's and twelve Oh Henrys at Casper and had 20 of them left. He also had three packages of cigarettes, and a cigarette lighter. He built a fire, cut the brown cowboy boot off his swollen ankle, and leaned back to wait for a rescue party...
When they found him next day he was lying with his head pillowed on one arm. He was black, bearded, emaciated, and barefooted. Said one of the rescuers: "Looks like we got a dead one." Alvey moved, opened his eyes. "God, I'm glad to see you," he whispered. "Bring me a drink of water...
Long before the government had buried its dead, it had moved against the leftist (but anti-Marxist) Aprista party. First it outlawed APRA, which the government flatly said "prepared and directed the movement." The government's evidence of guilt: most of the Aprista prisoners were armed when arrested, APRA was strong among the naval men who mutinied, one Aprista leader had told a friend that "revolt was imminent...
...formidable task of making the nation's first President a credible man. It was a rescue job-as biography must be-of a historical character buried alive. At 62, Douglas Southall Freeman, the nation's No. 1 military historian, is a past master at converting the legendary dead into durable heroes. He devoted 19 years to a four-volume biography of Robert E. Lee, the untouchable Galahad of the Confederacy; historians of the Civil War were agreed that the job need never be done again. Another six years were spent on his three-volume Lee's Lieutenants...
...obviously exhausted that Harvard's Percy Haughton sent a request to the opposing bench asking that he be taken out. "We'll leave him in there until he drops," was the replay. On the very next play, according to the story, Byrne was removed from the field, dead...