Word: guns
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Dictator of Syria, Adib Shishekly always feared assassination and took infinite pains to avoid it. He carried one gun in a shoulder holster, kept another in his desk drawer. In Damascus he maintained four homes besides his official palace, slipped from one to the other for a meal or a night's sleep...
...crossing a bridge that spans the river between the hinterland towns of Ceres and Rialma when he was accosted by a young man with long black hair, dark glasses and a scar on his nose. They exchanged a few words, and then the young man whipped out a gun, pumped five bullets into Shishekly, who died almost instantly...
...singlehanded cleared a hill of Germans in 1944, then returned to a peacetime job as a New Jersey courtroom supervisor. They seemed delighted to be there - and reluctant to discuss the reasons why. "Hero?" snorted Herbert Hoover Burr, 44, who drove his flaming tank into a German 88-mm.-gun position and destroyed it. "Hell, if I'd been born early enough to fight in the Revolution, I might have been Aaron Burr, not Herb Burr...
Cynical Hymns. While Lovely War has the cumulative impact of an artillery barrage, the show's tone evolves from fragmentary vignettes. Here is Field Marshal Sir Douglas Haig, whose suicidal "big pushes" cost more than 500,000 lives, announcing with pious conviction: "Machine-gun bullets have no stopping power against the horse." Here are veterans of phosgene attacks sardonically harmonizing "Gassed last night, and gassed the night before," followed closely by a home-front operatic duo warbling Roses of Picardy. There is a moving hands-across-the-trenches interlude in which German and British troops put down their guns...
...shade too sentimental for that, but it is certainly a wonderfully engaging book. From the wrenching yet joyful nostalgia of the village Christmas described in the opening pages to the streets of Dublin that could be swept by love and laughter or in the next moment by machine-gun bullets, Farrell captures the bittersweet agony of that time. Most of all he captures the strength of the Irish spirit and the lilt of Irish speech, not in rank dialect but in the kiss of the brogue. Farrell's lifework may well challenge Liam O'Flaherty's Famine...