Word: greyingly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...northern Binh Dinh province. The town, a single street of shabby shops, thatch-roofed houses and a Catholic church, is an island among Communist-controlled sugar cane and rice fields. All roads leading out are controlled by the Viet Cong. A pudgy man who peers mildly from behind grey-rimmed glasses, Bradley is supposed to advise the district chief on military and civilian matters. Says he: "The less pacified my area becomes, the more military my advice becomes." To defend Tuyphuoc, Bradley has one American captain, four noncoms, and a handful of Vietnamese Civil Guardsmen and ill-trained Popular Forces...
...Wearing grey coveralls, with a .38 pistol slung low on his left hip and a knife strapped to his leg, Mac the Fac arrives at his base strip around 7:30 a.m., gets briefed, then buzzes off in search of the enemy. He flies low, and traveling with him is an unsettling experience. Says an ex-passenger, "When you're riding with him, it sounds like a popcorn machine-there's so much stuff coming...
...week, Britain's Prime Minister Harold Wilson accomplished one miracle-he made President Lyndon B. Johnson look like a fashion plate. As newsmen crowded into Johnson's White House office they found Wilson slouched on a couch by the fireplace, pipe in hand, wearing a wrinkled dark grey suit, greyish socks, brown shoes, and a tie colored a muddy green...
...door to a small room with yellowing photographs tacked to the walls, she saw an unmade bed and an overdone rabbit stew smoldering on a gas cooking ring. Slumped in a chair and dead of a heart attack lay 97-year-old La Belle Otero, her jet hair now grey, her teeth false, her wrinkled skin still highly rouged. A neighbor who had come in each afternoon to tidy up gave Caroline Otero's epitaph: "She was constantly talking about her past, and I was not listening any more. It was always the same: feasts, princes, champagne...
...room with nine other people, including his three sisters. "My prevailing memory," he says, "is one of hunger-consistent, gnawing hunger." To get food, mostly goat cheese and potatoes, his mother peddled all of his father's civilian clothes piece by piece-belts, suspenders, boots. "Daddy's grey suit was really quite tender," the children would say. Since he had no shoes, his mother had to carry him to school on her back, and since he had no overcoat, he had to wear his sister's hand-me-down cape. Understandably, he became the class oddball...