Word: glimmered
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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What Will the U.S. Do? The confusion extended to nearly every Italian. People with not enough money for proper food bought newspaper after newspaper, pathetically looking for guidance. Impartially they read Communist, Socialist, Vatican, Monarchist or Republican papers-anything that might offer a glimmer of light. A generation of corrupt Fascism, months of brutal German occupation, sapped their capacity to think for themselves. Italians were the children of a dead past, facing an uncertain future. In bewilderment they asked: "What will Britain do? Russia? Above all, what will America do?" They never asked: "What will...
...full fury of that attack could not yet be measured. There was no time for the statistics of destruction. But there were bits and pieces that gave a faint glimmer of what the Germans faced this week. In two days, fighters of the U.S. Eighth Air Force (ordinarily bombers' escorts) destroyed nearly 1,000 trucks and vehicles. The Ninth Air Force fighters ran up an even larger score-nearly 1,800 vehicles. The big strategic bombers-Fortresses and Liberators, night-flying Lancasters and Halifaxes, every aircraft that could tote a bomb-raked the lines of retreat that reached back...
...back in the recesses of one such cavern on Tristan Island, Arthur Repetto, brother of the island's headman, found a ship's figurehead. Its ghostlike glimmer "skeered" him at first. When he went in he found a beautifully modeled maiden, nine feet high. Her hair was done up in a bun behind her head; a long cloak, which her left hand grasped, covered her dress. Her right hand held a lily to her bosom. Around her neck was carved a necklace of disks; a tasseled cord girdled her waist. On each arm was a bracelet hung with...
...Colonel, his short legs pumping up & down with extraordinary speed, churned straight up the slope toward the firing. A queer glimmer of a smile played around his lips. Three riflemen, an officer called Jack, two soldiers with walkie-talkies and I scrambled after him, while the rest of the battalion flew across the lower slopes...
...crossed the Mekong and the Salween en route to the Japanese lines with lights out, our formation tight, the interlocking ships black against the rising moon behind them. Tengyueh lay absolutely still within the rectangular walls of its valley, with not a glimmer of light anywhere. But the brilliance of the moon traced the outlines of the walls and the main streets in clear, sharp shadows...