Word: flamingly
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When they came down, they shook the earth and the walls trembled. Along Unter den Linden fountains of flame exploded. The Hedwigsdom, Berlin's Roman Catholic cathedral, collapsed. Up near the Brandenburg Gate and along the Wilhelmstrasse incendiaries sprinkled the governmental quarter, where the Foreign Office, the Reich President's palace and Hitler's huge Chancellery stand in a row. This was Berlin's heart and the administrative center of the Third Reich. Here the attackers' blockbuster bombs created havoc, and there were many Berliners who never saw daylight again...
...never like this (their district was the first to be hit by the R.A.F. two years and a half ago). They did not know what was happening along Unter den Linden; they could not hear, for bombs were raining all around them too. The airport was splashed with red flame. Fire and smoke mushroomed from the big power stations southeast of the field...
...flyers for the final blow. Low-flying Havocs (A-20s) struck first. Fortresses returned with more 1,000-lb. bombs. Three] minutes later Mitchells roared down to machine-gun the battered, burning ships. Lightning fighters darted at a cloud of Zeros. A new wave of Fortresses came over, low. Flame cloaked a destroyer. A 5,000-ton merchantman burst open. Four others were hit. Low-flying fighters turned lifeboats towed by motor barges, and packed with Jap survivors, into bloody sieves. Loosed on the Japs was the same ferocity which they had often displayed. This time few, if any, Japs...
...seen on the screen. It shows low-level enemy attacks so close that bombs can be seen falling from the bomb bays. Again & again enemy planes, machine guns spitting, dive head on at the camera. The camera shows the results: Allied trucks flaring up in brilliant orange and red flame, wounded soldiers being picked up, men milling in shock...
...strolling aimlessly down Boylston Street the other afternoon when several dollars which had been burning a hole in my pocket suddenly burst into flame and I found myself in the Coop. By the time my pants had stopped smouldering I discovered I owned a copy of S. J.'s "Dream Department," a bottle of ink-eradicator, and twelve reams of graph paper. The ink-eradicator and the graph paper I was able to fob off on some Woolworth jobber who was loitering around the Square, but my better judgment whispered to me that the tome "Dream Department" was a priceless...