Word: fortresses
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...last week, shot and stuck and butchered through Red Militia fighting like wildcats in the narrow streets with machine guns chattering on every corner, finally burst into the bloodier streets of the Old City and forced their way to its rocky heights to relieve the besieged Alcázar Fortress, the heroic West Point of Spain (TIME, Sept...
...long as you leave us his gun." This bargain the bathrobed rescuer scrupulously kept. On Sept. 5 the calibre of Red guns picking at the Alcázar was up to six inches, but its six-foot walls stood firm. Next day a White plane flew over the fortress, dropped large packages of foodstuffs. Red batteries finally splintered to bits an ornate door frame of the Alcázar known as "The Portal of the Blood of Christ...
...extra loudspeaker was set up by Reds facing the fortress and connected to a microphone into which the Ambassador spoke at a safe distance: "ATTENTION ALCÁZAR! The Ambassador of the Republic of Chile, accredited to the Spanish Republic, wishes to speak to you! If you agree to this request signal with a white flag from the second balcony of the tower facing the Zocodover Square. Meanwhile the Government suspends hostilities. ATTENTION ALCÁZAR!" Five times the Ambassador thus adroitly asked the Commandant to show the white flag of surrender. Finally Alcázar cadets, who had been...
...carried off the field with a bullet in his leg, still crying with Spanish braggadocio: "Everything is going fine!" Explained one of his friends, Spanish Muralist Luis Quintanilla, Ernest Hemingway's good friend (TIME, Dec. 3, 1934), who has now become a militia major: "We cannot take a fortress like the Alcázar in five minutes...
...Francisco Franco had at last decisively taken Talavera de la Reina (see p. 19) and, advancing five miles per day, was within 25 miles of the Alcázar when torches were applied and gasoline blazed high. Cheering wildly a Red column swept up the rocky base of the fortress-only to be driven back by sickening gasoline fumes while the blaze soon guttered out on the rocks. To save his Red face after this fiasco, General José Asensio of the Red militia started talking about how sorry he was for the White women and young cadets...