Word: laying
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...superior. "They had wild, glassy eyes and were naked to the waist. They had been smoking hemp." After asking for money, the rebels ordered the missionaries to their knees. "They let go with arrows and guns," said Canadian Sacred Heart Brother Jean-Guy Bruneau, 29. "Marechal [one of the lay teachers] fell on me, dead. I took a shot through the wrist that almost tore off my finger." Brother Maurice tried to run, but was hit in the leg with an arrow. He got up again and ran on. "Kill him, kill him," a rebel screamed behind him. Another arrow...
...killers hacked at the body of one of the dead, the remaining survivors fled in all directions. Brother Jean-Guy and Brother Raymond Bussière, 25, made it to the refectory. "Brother Raymond was bleeding terribly," recalled Brother Jean-Guy as he lay in a Leopoldville hospital last week. "I tore off some of my habit, drenched it in blood and smeared his face and back, then mine, to make us look dead. I was certain that we would not survive." Incredibly, the end never came. Into the refectory strode several of the Jeunesse. Bui seeing the gory "bodies...
...lay: Herbert Hoover, 89, at his Waldorf Towers apartment in Manhattan, rallying after a bleeding right kidney and a respiratory infection caused the second serious setback to his failing health in eight months; Earl Mountbatten, 63, Chief of the British Defense staff, in London's King Edward VIIs Hospital for Officers, after an operation for a hernia; Sportscaster Red Barber, 56, in Emporia, Va.'s Greensville Memorial Hospital, with a mild heart attack; Historian George Kennan, 60, in Princeton Hospital with hepatitis; John Glenn, 42, in Columbus' Grant Hospital with a "mild" concussion after he fell...
...grenade explosion that amputation was necessary. Dr. Roberto Gilbert Elizalde, 47, who had never done any transplant work, decided to try. He put a tourniquet on Luna's arm and cooled it with cracked ice. He had a donor: a 43-year-old laborer-also named Luna-who lay dying of internal hemorrhage in another Guayaquil hospital where his family gave permission for the transplant...
...When I first saw you," his doctor told him later, "you were mortally ill." For a few days there was little that could be done for him, and even less that he could do for himself, as he lay in an overheated room, apprehensive and overly aware of all that was going on around him. The hospital sounded like the lower decks of a battleship. The corridors were a babel of squawk boxes, counterpointed by the gun-mount rumble of food carts, the depth-charge banging of slammed doors. Though some of his nurses were ministering an gels, Hodgins laments...