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...quiet for 24 hours when First Sergeant William Mitchell hears something on the radio. His face stiffens with the information. He leans out of the wind into his half-track, wincing at the sandstorm whipping around his face from the rear. He grabs his M-4 assault rifle and halfway out of the track's back door yells at his master gunner, Sergeant Robert Jones, "You need to call HQ right now and tell them we have 10 men, 200 meters to the north, with AKs and RPGs." Jones jumps on the radio. "Break, break, this is Checkpoint Zero, Zero...
This makes creative writing a convenient way for humanities and non-humanities concentrators alike to easily broaden their horizons. While it’s always possible for little Liebnizes to switch to Sanskrit studies halfway through sophomore year, it’s far easier for those with no other experience writing to discover a previously hidden penchant for haiku—and so they flood the creative writing classes...
...Wait a minute, wait a minute. You ain't heard nothin' yet!" cried Al Jolson halfway through The Jazz Singer. Jolson's urgent, boastful bray--an ad-libbed intro to his rendition of Toot Toot Tootsie--cut through the opening-night audience at the Warner Theatre near Times Square like an obstetrician's scissors severing the umbilical cord to silent films, for 30 years the dominant screen language. But the movies had to talk. Thomas Edison thought so. He and his assistant W.K.L. Dickson had devised a talking-movie machine as early as 1889. In the early '20s short sound...
When Duluth did thread the puck into the crease, Ruddock shut the door. The Bulldogs’ first dangerous chance in overtime came about halfway through the first extra period when Hanne Sikio walked the puck into the crease. Captain Kalen Ingram disrupted Sikio to free the puck, but Ruddock couldn’t cover it up and it trickled towards the net. As Sikio tried again to jam the puck home, Ruddock stoned her with the end of her left leg. In the confusion that followed, the puck was sent all the way back to the point...
...quiet for 24 hours when First Sergeant William Mitchell hears something on the radio. His face stiffens with the information. He leans out of the wind into his half-track, wincing at the sandstorm whipping around his face from the rear. He grabs his M-4 assault rifle and halfway out of the track's back door yells at his master gunner, Sergeant Robert Jones, "You need to call HQ right now and tell them we have 10 men, 200 meters to the north, with AKs and RPGs." Jones jumps on the radio. "Break, break, this is Checkpoint Zero, Zero...