Word: glared
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Germans on the docks watched while some ships which did not blow up immediately were raked with gunfire from other vessels. They saw some which had slipped their moorings make for the harbor entrance; at least one blew up there on the German mines.* In the glare of explosions and searchlights the Germans saw the French masters, at rigid attention on their bridges, saluting the Tricolor as they went down...
...most unpleasant feature of war is waiting. U.S. soldiers, sailors and marines defending Pacific outposts get along all right without much fresh food. They can stand the heat, the glare of the sun, the scarcity of beer and Coca-Cola. Unlike fighting men on islands in the western Pacific, they never see a woman-of any color. But what really annoys them is the itch for something, anything to happen. "I wouldn't mind sitting here under this gun, looking up at the sky day after day, if something would just come along sometimes," said an anti-aircraftsman after...
Some of the islands have no vegetation worth mentioning, and what few palms and bushes there are were planted in soil that was shipped in. Otherwise, all is coral -white, brilliant, mean. The glare from this whiteness probably would drive men mad in time. That is why the defenders of the coral atolls can expect to be relieved after perhaps a year. (A Naval officer noticed three of his tough marines playing marbles one day. Another was flapping his arms, playing airplane. The marines were beginning to crack after 18 long months of close confinement. By now they have been...
Minutes later fire had swept down from B deck toward the magazine, but Bradbury stubbornly refused to abandon ship. The next message conceded the fire out of control. "They are abandoning ship." Flames scorched the blistered rescue ships. But in the glare and with submarine-taunting searchlights stabbing through the smoke the last of the fire fighters were taken aboard rescue craft...
...that is left is the poultry, which the children are now chasing in the courtyards, while their mother, tears streaming down her cheeks, cuts the throats of cocks and hens, bitterly cursing the cause of it all. As the column leaves, the night sky is illuminated by the glare of burning villages and gunfire flashes. With the baggage go the old men and women, mothers and small children, the sick and crippled. The able-bodied will remain behind and fight side by side with the Red Army troops...