Word: dusk
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...beauty remains. In the dawn, the air is pale and still; only the eucalyptus trees stir, their leaves flickering silver high up in the new light. With the sun warm at your back, you can look to the east and see snow glinting white on the distant mountains. At dusk, the hills lie gentled, their smoke-blue folds growing slowly deeper with the lapse of light. And the sea always has its magic, especially at night, when the beaches are deserted and the sand runs cool beneath your feet. The waves roll in, sighing at last up the shore...
...people in the area outside of U.S. control come out only at dusk and dawn to try to grow enough rice and manioc to survive, but planes attack any sign of life. Anything moving is shot at--even trails and cultivated fields are bombed. Reportedly all strategic targets of any kind have been destroyed, and the bombing is now simply plowing up ground...
Late that afternoon as dusk was beginning to fall, General Niazi and Lieut. General Jagjit Singh Aurora, commander of India's forces in the East, signed the formal surrender of the Pakistani army on the grassy lawn of Dacca's Race Course. Niazi handed over his revolver to Aurora, and the two men shook hands. Then, as the Pakistani commander was driven away in a Jeep, Aurora was lifted onto the shoulders of the cheering crowd...
Great Peril. As usual, the two sides offered substantially differing accounts -and both barred newsmen from the battlefronts. According to Indian sources, the Pakistani attack came at 5:47 p.m., just as dusk was falling. The sites seemed selected for their symbolic value as much as their strategic importance: Agra, site of the Taj Mahal; Srinagar, the beautiful capital of Kashmir; Amritsar, holy city of the Sikhs, India's bearded warriors. Forty-five minutes after the air attack, Pakistani troops shelled India's western frontier and were reported to have crossed the border at Punch in the state...
...Londonderry is simple anarchy. Bombs explode daily in hotels, factories and supermarkets. School halls have become barracks; bedrooms have become snipers' nests. In Donegall Square, TIME Correspondent John Shaw cabled from Belfast last week, Bren-gun carriers stand guard over the crowds hurrying home in the autumn dusk before the city closes down for the night. Bus service stops at 7 p.m. because arsonists of the I.R.A. have been setting buses afire to lure security forces into ambush. After 10 p.m., all main roads leading to I.R.A. strongholds are closed to private cars, and no taxi will go near...