Word: guns
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...last-gasp Crimson effort was a spectacular show. With six Eagles playing back for pass defense, Zimmerman hit Ron Kram, then Carter Lord, and finally Welz to put the ball on the B.C. 24. On the fourth attempt a swarm of rushing linemen dragged Zimmerman down. The gun sounded before the Crimson could run another play...
...where a furious Tshombe booked himself back to Cairo on a commercial Ethiopian airlines plane. The flight got in this time, but Tshombe was greeted by Nasser's security cops, whisked off to splendid isolation in Uruba Palace, Nasser's 40-room state guest house, where machine-gun-carrying Egyptian commandos were posted with orders to let no one in or out. "This is the dirtiest trick in history," howled Tshombe. "It's unprecedented to imprison a visiting head of government." Forced to watch the conference on television, he refused to eat for fear of being poisoned...
...Viet Cong cut loose again. In a spate of ambushes and fire fights-some within 15 miles of Saigon-they inflicted 403 casualties on government forces while suffering 266 themselves. The Communists captured 205 weapons, 24 radio transmitters, four field telephones and a typewriter. The government captured only 63 guns, largely because the Viet Cong have taken to tying string to their weapons. Thus, when a guerrilla in an exposed position is shot, his buddies hiding near by can save at least the gun by pulling it into the bush...
...Henry Choate, 47, came by the next morning to give him a lift to work. Even so, the kidnaping took only 20 seconds. As Smolen was walking to Choate's car at 8 a.m., a 1958 Chevrolet sedan raced up, and out popped two hoods. Leveling a submachine gun at Smolen, they hustled him into the Chevy. Colonel Choate started out of his car, saw what was happening, and took off, high-hurdling through fenced yards until he was clear...
...death lance churns into the sanctuary, tears The gun-blue swingle, heaving like a flail, And hacks the coiling life out: it works and drags And rips the sperm-whale's midriff into rags, Gobbets of blubber spill to wind and weather...