Word: endlessly
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Schluss! Schlussi" The radio spewed an endless stream of exhortation to all true Germans, of threats to traitors, cowards, shirkers, defeatists. All Army "stragglers" and all males over 13 were ordered to report for Volksstürm duty. The defense of the city was laid out in three zones: 1) the suburbs, including Potsdam, Erkner, Bernau, Lankwitz; 2) the outskirts of the city proper; 3) an inner citadel based on the Potsdamer Platz and Unter den Linden. Even the zoo was fortified...
...beleaguered Königsberg to southernmost Silesia, no single battle was more important than this. On its outcome might hang the immediate fate of Berlin-perhaps ultimately of Germany itself. Minefields, German armor, and heavy snows so thick that correspondents said they felt, rather than saw, the movement of endless hordes of Russian men and armor, could check but could not permanently halt the hate-filled Russian juggernaut (apparently neither could an unseasonable thaw). The Germans, too, felt the Russian fury as tons of shells bored holes in the grey, low-hanging clouds and burst in sprays...
...Zhukov apparently had no thought of stopping one moment before the inexorable laws of military supply compelled him. This great human mass of soldiers on the move, as drab and endless as the Russian steppes, had been welded into an enormous, brutal force. Zhukov's bedraggled, unshaven, grimy army, marching beside an incredible number of giant tanks, self-propelled guns, katusha mortars, and almost overburdened with submachine guns, rifles and grenades, had only one cry: Dayosh Berlin! (Give us Berlin!). With the quarry in sight, the cry took on new meaning...
...years that have passed, he has worked at one endless job: to make himself a better professional soldier. By comparison with a MacArthur or a Patton, he is colorless. To reporters he has snapped: "I don't want any legends built up around me. I'm just doing what they're paying me for." The record of his tours of duty is as unglamorous as it is long; in World War I, though he got to France, he saw no action. In one thing he takes pride: he has commanded, in relentless progression, a squad, a platoon...
Movieland evidently didn't realize the smugness of "Four Jills in a Jeep" for here again the cinemagnates proudly pat themselves on the back for their efforts. Through the entire picture there is an endless account of how hard Hollywood has worked to set up the canteen and how wonderful it is. The self-praise reaches its peak when the usual representative of Flatbush praises the canteen with, "Dat's real democracy for ya; all dem big shots listening ta us little shots...