Word: infantrymen
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...more effort would clear the Russian land. To make this effort, the Red Command threw caution to the winds. The first snows of winter fell. But the Red armies thrust and spread out without regard for enemy counterattacks. Tanks and cavalry far outdistanced the infantrymen, probably relied on captured food and fuel. At moments, the fate of the entire offensive teetered in the balance. But there was power behind the Red Army's daring; power and daring...
...Black Jack." The A.E.F. grew up. Pershing was methodical. He made a fetish of writing things down in his clear, clipped style-with no metaphors, pseudo or otherwise. He made the A.E.F. drill. He insisted that infantrymen be taught to shoot, though the French clucked. The French depended on hand grenades. He was more than ever the spit-&-polish disciplinarian. To his officers "Black Jack" (the nickname he picked up when he was with the Negro loth) was God. To the enlisted men he was both God and devil. Some remembered him striding across a muddy field of France with...
...Sicily two CWS mortar platoons maintained a smoke screen for 14 hours. Another unit switched to high explosive when attacked by Italian tanks, disabled three before the others retreated. Last month, the 4.2 showed its usefulness at the crossing of the Volturno. Firing smoke shells, one unit screened infantrymen as they slid down the bank, waded and swam to the German side of the river. Another outfit smoked up the area where Engineers were building a bridge under fire, kept them well screened until the job was done...
...will be the first shots; the enemy again will be after us and will attempt to find some weak spot in our positions. . . . The full influx of the enemy will rush at us, powerful as a flood, with forces tenfold as strong as ours. And we are but . . . weary infantrymen who have forgotten what sleep is like; and who for eternities have been lugging and pushing heavy loads along muddy roads and across soaked fields...
...zero hour, Russian guns and bombers blasted German defenses. Into the gap poured Russian infantrymen and tanks, until then hidden in gullies and ravines. By the end of the second day, the forces of bald, hard-driving General Ivan Konev had opened a breach 28 miles wide, 16 miles deep, soon pushed the wedge southward at a fast pace. By this week, his army had driven some 70 miles into the bulge, was pounding on the gates of Krivoi Rog, an important rail and iron center. Outflanked, the German troops in Dniepropetrovsk abandoned the great city, with its wrecked power...