Word: eager
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Though he hates suggestions that he is a killer, twenty-two-year-old Dicks Bong has a simple but bloody explanation for his record. "I just get on their tails and blow them out of the sky." A magnificent shot and always eager for action, he has a fighting style all his own - tearing into combat regardless of all risks, spitting more lead than any other pilot stationed at his forward base in New Guinea. Fel low fighters say his probables are more definite than most pilots' certains...
...irregular flying box formation, not unlike the classic battle phalanx. The highest planes were cascading mile-long vapor trails. Over the Channel, the clouds disappeared. Not a boat rippled the Channel's surface. Far out on either side, Spitfires raced along, occasionally tipping their wings to warn the eager fortress gunners not to fire on them...
...Hurricanes, Beaufighters and Baltimores were mostly Britons, with an eager edge of Greeks. For the first time the Royal Hellenic Air Force, built up in the Middle East, was taking part in a full-dress Allied attack on the Nazi-held homeland. Across the sun-flecked Mediterranean the light bombers and long-range fighters clove a path to Crete...
...expanding budget, the ten thousand rumors and denials of political censorship, the interminable and ill-explained delays, like those whirs, buzzes and hangings which take place behind the curtain on the night Hamlet turns up drunk in a Hawaiian skirt. The audience was getting restless. But it was still eager. It knew Paramount had in Ernest Hemingway's novel the possibilities of one of the best pictures, greatest popular entertainments and most colossal money-makers ever produced. It wanted to see the new superproduction, the Gone With the Wind with hair on its chest and ideology in its hair...
...night he trips boyishly through the Common and says a Lieutenant (j.g.) lolling coeducationally on a park bench. So like it says in the book, he salutes, cheerfully, willingly, and briskly, no piker he. So the j.g. unwinds his wary arm and returns our hero's eager "good evening, sir" with a cheerful, willing, briks...