Word: fatefulness
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Word spread in many an airman's ready room of the fate that could befall the pilot who took a deadly hit from Red gunners. A witness was Navy Pilot Dieter Dengler, 28, whose escape from a North Vietnamese prison camp near Vinh was the first of the war. Dengler was born in Wildberg, West Germany, and came to the U.S. with his brother as a teen-ager in 1957; he joined the Air Force that same year, became a U.S. citizen in 1960, and was commissioned as a Navy aviator in 1964. Shot down over...
...Lucky." The savage fate of Dengler's companion was shared by six U.S. Marines wounded in a fierce mor tar barrage near the 17th parallel, where Operation Hastings continued to take a heavy toll of Red dead last week. The Marines, helpless and unreachable by their own medical corpsmen, were mercilessly slaughtered by North Vietnamese regulars. "During the night, the North Viets came," said one survivor of the massacre, a radio operator whose abdomen had been ripped by shell fragments. "They took my cigarettes and my watch, but they didn't shoot me. They must have looked...
...surrectionists grabbed control of the Lagos airport and the important marketing town of Abeokuta. The capital itself was quiet, although cable and phone connections were cut and strict censorship imposed. Government radio assured the nation that "the situation is under control." There was no clear word as to the fate of Ironsi...
...Fate's Straitjacket. Just how frustrated a middle-ager may feel in such a situation is amply documented in a book about the trials and torments of the middle years, called The Middle-Aged Crisis by Barbara Fried, which will be published in the spring of 1967. Mrs. Fried, 42, a psychology editor, interviewed countless middle-agers on their problems, and frequently encountered an unhappy sense of betrayal: "Sure I feel trapped. Why shouldn't I? Twenty-five years ago, a dopey 18-year-old college kid made up his mind that I was going...
...reality, he slips a whisky bottle into his desk and nips at it. (Alcoholism climbs a steep 50% in the 40-60 group over ages 30-39.) His medicine cabinet begins to look like a pharmaceutical display, and he retreats into hypochondria. Indeed, the sense of being straitjacketed by fate may contribute sizably to the cardiovascular and cardiopulmonary attacks that increasingly fell middle-agers...