Word: infantrymen
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...ready, warned the platoon of U.S. Pershing tanks to stand by. Bazookamen, machine-gunners and an artillery observation post on a hill close by were alerted. Each night, as the enemy tanks started "bowling" their fire down the road, artillery and mortars would instantly open fire. Red infantrymen would dash ahead of the tanks, trying to remove land mines and setting off flares carefully planted by the Americans which lit up the enemy soldiers and made them perfect targets. Lummis' guns would tear into them. Then, when the tanks themselves got close enough, Lummis' bazookamen-who had orders...
...General Walton Walker pulled the U.S. 1st Marine Brigade back from its precarious advanced position near Chinju on the southern front (where their chief objective of breaking up the Reds' south-coast drive toward Pusan had been accomplished) and threw them into battle alongside General Church's infantrymen at Changnyong...
...Philippines, which had offered 5,000 men to General MacArthur, 20 Congressmen resolved to go along with the troops as a committee. Then they read the fine print of their own resolution: they had agreed to go as combat infantrymen. Nobody backed out, but, a Congressional skeptic scoffed: "Half of them will surely flunk the physical exams...
...command post above the Naktong River one night last week, infantrymen of the U.S. 1st Cavalry Division fiddled with a radio. They picked up a North Korean station and got the brassy blare of a Sousa march. It was followed by the honeyed words (in English) of a woman announcer, urging the boys to "go back home to your corner drugstores" and boasting of fantastic North Korean successes ("already there are 6,000 U.S. dead...
JAMES SHELTON, a 21-year-old private from Company D, 1st Battalion, 19th Infantry Regiment, was awakened from the sleep of the exhausted by the zing of Communist bullets over his foxhole. For an hour before, confident Communist infantrymen, their conical Russian helmets sticking up like mushrooms through the early morning mist, had marched along a steep dirt road to a mountain pass commanding the U.S. positions. Wakeful U.S. sentries heard the Reds singing snatches of Communist marching songs as they pulled an aged, creaking, Russian heavy machine gun up the steepening slope...