Word: distantly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...other divisions in NATO's army had only one battalion of artillery apiece where six apiece were planned. There should have been 2,500 U.S. tanks on hand, but there were only 500. So busy were SHAPE'S planners at the complicated task of meshing distant needs in materials, factory construction, production and manpower that too little was being done to equip what forces were now on hand...
...vapor-trailed sky over Schweinfurt and Bremen and other German targets eight years ago, U.S. airmen learned-the hard way-an inescapable fact about daylight bombardments. Unless designed to outfly their opposition, bombers must be escorted to & from distant targets by long-range fighters, fast enough and numerous enough to stand off enemy interceptors. The alternative: prohibitive losses. Last week over North Korea, where U.S. pilots are still flying World War II 6-29 Superforts that lesson was underscored again...
...home. For others it meant only a temporary break in the dirty business of war. They had no yarns to swap, no desire to learn any more than they already knew about war. From a few groups came the click of dice, and the only voices audible over the distant roar of engines were the urgent pleas of crapshooters. At one group, a Red Cross worker paused to chat with a sergeant who had spent 13 months in Korea. Said the sergeant: "For 15 months the guys have been running up and down these mountains getting their fannies full...
This week, weather conditions perfect once again, the animals back in their places, the first test bomb of the maneuvers was finally fired. Barred from the site, newsmen at distant observation points thought they heard a slight rumbling. The expected blinding flash of light was not visible. The AEC would not discuss the explosion...
...noise disturbed his reverie. A distant, Band sort of noise. He went to the window and pushed it up. A rush of sound blew in with a couple of leaves: it was the Band, marching down Boylston St., bound for the Stadium, a crowd of urchins skirmishing about its flanks, a long line of respectful cars following in its wake. It proceeded steadily up the street, over the bridge, and out of sight to the Stadium where the flags were already flying. Vag closed the window. He was feeling better...