Word: exhaustingly
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Surrender to Air. The next day interdiction became close tactical support. Fighters swooped on German armor trying to stop the Allied drive. Pilots, discovering that enemy tanks were vulnerable in the rear, dived on them and shot them up with machine-gun bullets through air vents and exhaust pipes...
...tossed in a light observation ship, ran low on gas and set down at a small island where the only fuel on hand was cooking kerosene. Glumly the pilot tanked up, ran his snorting, protesting engine for 30 minutes to warm up, then staggered off into the air, his exhaust stack belching flame and smoke. The home base heard him coming from afar, "like a model-T Ford climbing a hill in reverse." But he wobbled to a safe landing...
...contrast with World War I, where the typical campaign achieved no military result except to exhaust the side which undertook it, the typical campaign of World War II has yielded substantial tactical returns-at a cost far lower to the attacker than to the defender.* And the campaign of 1944, to date, outshines its predecessors. It is a campaign each of whose parts has been a successful subcampaign, fitting into a bigger pattern...
...West Wall is formidable enough in dragon-toothed antitank traps, in a multiplicity of small cross-firing forts, in a checkered labyrinth of woods and blockhouses, in roads dead-ended at gun range. But it is not designed to stop an enemy in his tracks. It is designed to exhaust an enemy who breaks into it, so that fresh reserves, using the classic Prussian defense by counterattack, can rush in and hurl him back...
...Blue exhaust flames flicker like fireflies in the predawn darkness. On the flight decks of U.S. carriers, dive-bombers, torpedo planes and fighters are being revved tip. One by one they soar out, their red and green riding lights skimming lower over the shadowy superstructures of a multitude of warships. Gaining altitude they form in flights, circle, flock toward the dark horizon...