Word: fortressed
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Fiorello LaGuardia, who last year raged at Flying Fortress Pilot Jack W. Watson's stunting over the World Series game at the Yankee Stadium, sent Lieut. Watson an "all is forgiven." Watson had brought his blazing, crippled "Meat-hound" back to England after nine crew members bailed out. Said he of the Mayor's forgiveness: "That's good. As long as he's happy, that's the big thing...
...enthusiasms which would exhaust less magnificent mortals. For Dr. Martin, until malaria (contracted in Australia) returned him from the Army last spring, was one of the most happily energetic men in a community unexcelled, in certain fields, for tirelessness. And Louella, in giddiness as in gossip, is a mighty fortress...
...passed on Men of Good Will or its author, its plan, the way it was written, the view of life and fiction it embodies, are likely to stand as one of the incredible efforts of the human imagination. It is a one-man attempt to bring order into the fortress of confusion and agony that is modern Europe, to make its disasters intelligible and its political and philosophical incoherence understandable...
...first enemy waves had the job of breaking up the bomber squadrons. Rocket-firing planes stayed out of gun range, fired broadsides from formation. To the U.S. crews, the battle at this stage had a weird naval quality. A Fortress gunner watched a group of 18 twin-engined Me-110s circle from the rear, fly up in line three-quarters of a mile away; then, like torpedo boats, execute a superb 90-degree turn and lob their rockets simultaneously-"a broadside of rockets that seemed to burst in an unending line of red and yellow fire." Some bombers were under...
Over the Messerschmitt plant at Brunswick last week, the Flying Fortress Frenesi squared away for her second run at the target. Then the fighters came, twin-engine jobs that slammed rockets into the formation, snub-nosed 190s that whirled through the Fortresses with their guns spitting like alley cats...