Word: dusts
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...poisons are the best. Along with tornados, poisons are the most charismatic things in nature. Introduction to a great poison or a great man is the same--the pulse quickens for both "Today you will use mercuric chloride. Inhalation of two tenths of a gram of mercuric chloride dust will kill...
...chance of being wounded during a year's service with the Riverine Force. The Aid Boats, bristling with machine guns, grenade launchers and a cannon, are able to go to the rescue. Wounded are picked up and shuttled away from enemy fire, then quickly evacuated on "dust-off" helicopters to the nearest U.S. hospital. In the festering Delta, such swift care of combat wounds often spells the difference between life and death...
...scarcely half a year later, the U.S. Marines were out of the base.* Amid occasional incoming shellbursts, bulldozers clattered across the base last week, filling the red clay scars that trenches had cut into the once verdant plateau, burying the hulks of crippled aircraft, Jeeps and trucks. Dust-caked Marines stacked up the aluminum matting that had formed Khe Sanh's 4,000-ft. runway, during the siege, its only link to the outside. Demolition men destroyed bunker after bunker, the single bit of protection against the rain of North Vietnamese steel that had lashed the base for almost...
...erecting Rhenish castles and commissioning steam yachts, a book such as this guide to posh deserves the Jay Gould Award for Public Service. It is already a bestseller-which gives Stephen Birmingham, author of Our Crowd, the distinction of having two books on the Big List simultaneously. The dust jacket of The Right People describes it as "an important, authoritative work of serious social comment." Fortunately, this is nonsense. The Right People is malicious storytelling, leavened by gossip, and puts the well-born and well-climbed of the U.S. back to work at their appointed task of being funny...
...foot blond was wailing at my feet. Having lost her mother amongst the myriad legs which stood like a forest around her, she given up in dispair, plumped down in the dust, her screams blending into the songs, her tears streaking through red mascara, raining like drops of blood on her legs...