Word: helmets
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...sergeant counted on his fingers the seconds from the time of firing to the time of detonation, then lit a drooping wet cigarette and casually announced "Them's incoming sixties landin' over there 'bout a hundred yards. Nothin' to worry about." He took off his helmet wiped his face. "You know, we Airborne, we like to get things done real fast, get in there quick and out quick killin' as we go. Here in Viet Nam there ain't no hurrying. We send five hundred men out on squad-sized patrols every day back...
Into Cam Ranh Bay on South Viet Nam's bulging east coast slipped a grey-hulled U.S. troop transport, its decks aswarm with the "Screaming Eagles" of the U.S. 101st Airborne Division. Sentries on the dock paced impassively, their faces shadowed under their helmet liners, their M-14 rifles riding taut from the slings. As the transport neared the dock, a cry went up from the 3,700 paratroopers: "Take a break! We're here!" The sentries, like veterans anywhere, smiled knowingly...
...year until the big tent went up again. And what they waited for most was the instant when a trim, 5-ft. 6-in. man, dressed in spotless white shirt and breeches with soft leather belt, bounded into the spotlight of the center ring and doffed his pith helmet. Then, whip in his right hand, a steel-reinforced chair plus blank-loaded pistol in his left, he would summon the first ferocious cat into the cage...
...green. No. 6. Driver wearing a blue helmet. Who else? "Clark!" somebody shouted, and suddenly the crowd was chanting: "Clark! Clark! Clark!" Sure enough, just 3 min. 29 sec. after it had left the starting grid, Jim Clark's Lotus-Climax swept around the last left-hand bend into full view of the cheering stands. "C'est formidable!" gasped one awed Frenchman. Sighed another: "C'est termine"-It's all over...
...Clark joined the Border Reivers, a Scottish auto-racing club-whose dark blue crash helmet he still wears today. From the start, recalls Fellow Border Reiver Ian Scott Wat son, "Jim drove so fast that most people were scared stiff to sit next to him." Among the 150-odd trophies lying around the 500-year-old farmhouse at Edington Mains is a block of black wood with three toy cars (a Porsche, a Triumph, a Jaguar) mounted on top, along with the inscription...