Word: infantrymen
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...furnace of these sometimes fumbled campaigns the Navy had forged a powerful weapon. To its fleet had been added strange, unheard-of craft which opened their mouths like Jonah's whale to spew trucks, howitzers, Marines, Seabees, infantrymen, seagoing tanks, onto beaches. To naval warfare had been added a whole new book of "standard procedures" covering the hazardous, complicated job of ship-to-shore ferrying. The "beach master" who stood on shore directing the weird traffic assumed as much importance as the master of a ship...
...These pillboxes seemed immune to American artillery. . . . Some must have suffered direct hits but apparently the impact of the bursts did nothing but chip off hunks of stone. Then the Americans tried shells with delayed fuses designed to penetrate before exploding. Infantrymen armed with bazookas fired rockets at the pillboxes. But the rocket missiles bounced off ineffectively...
Hastily, the German Command threw tanks into a counterattack. The Russians were dislodged from a village they had already occupied, and driven back into the forest. But what they were meant to do, they had done; while the German attention was diverted, Russian infantrymen crossed the Dnieper, seized a bridgehead between the areas where the Red Army broke across the river in the last month. On to this foothold poured reinforcements of airborne and parachute troops...
Against the Elements. A cold, dismal rain drips steadily on American infantrymen slogging through the mud. Snow caps the high hills. On roadsides, in vineyards and olive groves of "sunny Italy," troops snatch much-needed rest. Punch-drunk with weariness, shoulders hunched against the chill wetness, they sit with their feet in the gumbo. Hot coffee is a Waldorf luxury. Wood is too wet to burn. When some anonymous genius discovered that the two wrappings around the K rations would burn just long enough to heat a canteen-cup of coffee, he won the soldiers' undying gratitude...
...their problem ahead-mountain ridges converging to a bottleneck, and in the bottleneck two obstructions, a bare rocky spine and a round wooded knoll. These hills squeezed Highway No. 6 into a horseshoe before it could straighten out on its way to Cassino and Rome, 90 miles away. Infantrymen named the hills "Old Baldy" and "The Fat One," and got ready to take them...