Word: join
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...told, we have seen close to a third of our pre-Pearl Harbor staff go off to the wars. So far 46 girls have left to join the Wacs or the Waves or the Red Cross- and the Service Roster in our reception room shows that there are now 340 TIME, LIFE & FORTUNE men in uniform (almost 50 percent have earned commissions). And the services seem to have made good use of the special skills of these men. To mention just a few, a photographer is "still my own photo boss with my own lab" ... an editorial man is Yank...
...boats darted out from Mindoro to join the battle, but had to be recalled because U.S. planes were attacking them, mistaking them for Japs in the fitful moonlight. The Mitchells sank the lead Jap destroyer, then the next, finally a third. The cruiser had been damaged. By 1:30 a.m. the enemy ships made a 180° turn and ran back, trailing oil, to the South China...
Lieutenant Dobin's boat set out from a port somewhere in Italy on August 15, 1914, to join a fleet of over 1,000 ships engaged in the landings, in South France. LST 282, the one to which the lieutenant was assigned, was destined to be the only ship sunk in the entire action. After 20 minutes in the water, the men on the life raft were picked up by the crew of one of the other Allied vessels in the D-day engagement...
...Antonio's South Side, near where the middle-class residential district shades off into slums, a juvenile gang fight raged. The "Harlandale Gang" had run afoul of the "South Sans." A band of "Tex-Mexes" (boys of Mexican ancestry) poured in from the West Side to join the battle. The police alarm was serious. In war-booming San Antonio juvenile crimes had rocketed in a single year from 10% to 50% of the cases on the police docket, and there had been three juvenile murders. When the battle was over property had been damaged and no less than...
...Bullets were whining up the street, so we dived behind an inadequate steel phone pole and hydrant. We tried three times to join the others, but each time bullets drove us back. Trying to accommodate my not exactly sylphlike figure to that reedy pole, I wished savagely its designer were in my place. Finally, after the longest five minutes I ever spent, we risked a dash and legged it back the way we had come and sat down behind a retaining wall and wondered what to do next. Civilians in windows and balconies offered all sorts of unintelligible suggestions...