Word: frozenly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Even when they live outdoors for days on end with only tents for shelter, men can prove more rugged than their machines. Last week 6,000 weary G.I.s trekked back to the warmth of barracks after a fortnight of war games across 642,000 acres of frozen Alaskan muskeg 128 miles below the Arctic Circle. Though they were engaged in the coldest winter maneuvers on record, only eight soldiers had been hospitalized briefly for frostbite and 46 others treated for minor freezing pains (six men died in accidents not connected with the cold). At the same time, 100 cold-soaked...
...fences, archways, and street signs--into a campus-wide version of Zhivago's ice palace. But, over the next two days, the scene changed as the snow melted into sluggish tears, the tears turning into rivers of slush and mud. By mid-week and the final curtain, all had frozen. Ice. The trees--their branches torn and crippled and frozen--stood out in painful ugliness against a threatening...
...wherever they were-in a bed, at a table, in a chair near a cold stove. Men and women dropped in the streets, dead of hunger and exhaustion, and sometimes their bodies lay untouched for weeks. When they were finally hoisted onto trucks, one observer recalls, they were so frozen that "they gave a metallic ring." The silence of the city was broken only by bouts of German shellfire and, in winter, by the squeak of children's sleds bearing corpses to cemeteries...
...also due to expedients like "the Road of Life" across Lake Ladoga. Frozen solid in winter, it supported occasional food trucks and even the great 60-ton KV tanks that eventually began to roll in to the city's defense. At the end of 1943, the Russian buildup-some 1,200,000 men-was big enough for a successful counteroffensive. On Jan. 27, 1944, the siege was lifted...
...City and fled to Grand Central, the relentless heart of the world, beating us on and on in our journey to the Brain. And there we squeezed on, through track 29, for New Haven, New London, Providence, and Boston. From all walks of life, levelled and commingled by the frozen hand of nature, we battered and battled our ways into the train, and flung ourselves to the hard green bristles of its promiscuous lap. Mingling and yearning, touching and tonguing the mysteries of their separate tunnels of life, they slowly begin, as the train picks up speed, to give...