Word: forte
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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With some 1,900 U.S. troops now on Grenada, the Pentagon ordered two battalions of reinforcements from the 82nd Airborne Division, based at Fort Bragg, N.C. That brought the invasion force to 3,000. Conceded Joint Chiefs of Staff Chairman John Vessey: "We got a lot more resistance than we expected...
...Tuesday afternoon, the Guam moved to the west coast of the island. The enemy troops had grouped in a significant force north of St. George's. They held Fort Frederick and were assumed to be holding hostages at Richmond Hill prison, on high ground east of the capital. From the Guam, 250 Marines boarded 13 amphibious vehicles, carrying five tanks, and stormed ashore at Grand Mai Bay north of the city. They began moving south, while the paratroopers headed north toward the capital in a pincer movement...
...roughly the same time on Wednesday, U.S. forces rushed into a now deserted Fort Frederick and found only abandoned inmates at Richmond Hill prison. The invading forces carefully avoided endangering the Soviet embassy in St. George's, where 49 diplomats, scornfully described by Defense Secretary Caspar Weinberger as "embassy people, spies, KGB people and others," were in seclusion. Ten East Germans, three Bulgarians and 24 North Koreans were also at the Soviet embassy...
...solid wood boat approaching the port capital of St. George's were the most trying. Captain Alfred, who calls himself the "Big Fisherman," had argued against taking his 20-ft. vessel into the harbor directly under the guns of the People's Revolutionary Army's (P.R.A.) Fort Rupert. We had worried more about a shark spotted on the five-hour trip from the out island of Carriacou than any trouble we expected ashore. Two U.S. helicopters had buzzed us as we approached, and we waved back with our cameras and radios. But as we came closer...
...helicopters came rocketing in on their principal target, the army base of Fort Frederick on the hill just behind us. A-7 Corsair light attack jets screamed down, bombed and fired on positions surrounding where we stood. Then a lumbering gray-painted C-130 with its rapid-fire gun in the rear made its entry, spraying the hillsides above with percussion fire as loud as hailstones hitting a tin roof. We could feel the hot rush of air and the concussion from the exploding bombs, and yet, directly in front of us, four fishing boats still bobbed idly at their...