Word: makeshift
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...radio comes alive: "Stand by for a surprise!" yells a voice, that of another pilot in our six-plane squadron. Minutes tick by. Then the voice broadcasts welcome news: "We have a rafter!" Racing to join the others, we spot our quarry: 13 Cubans standing up in two makeshift rafts, waving, yelling, laughing, crying as we circle overhead. The Cessna swoops down to a mere 50 ft. above the waves. Domaniewicz shouts over the engines, telling me to open the cabin window and drop a flare; the orange smoke will guide the U.S. Coast Guard to the rafters' position...
...fusillade increased, the Rangers ripped up the bulletproof Kevlar mats from the floor of Wolcott's Black Hawk to fashion a makeshift bunker. The shield, however, provided only the barest protection, as Master Sergeant Scott Fales, 36, swiftly discovered. An Army special-forces medic who has saved 88 lives during his career, Fales was working on several wounded men when he felt himself slammed to the street. A bullet had ripped through his leg. Hunkering down next to the wreckage, he quickly bandaged the wound and then resumed tending his comrades...
...borrow a syllabus in order to appear of a higher class, but the pitiful pose collapses as the rightful owner reposseses his prized Xerox. But the syllabus-bearing middle class attempts frauds of its own. Some, for example, perch on radiators and try to look as comfortable in their makeshift accomodations as do the nobility in their plush aisles...
...tangible, Tomassoni has done a great job in marshalling his oft-injured talent and forming makeshift lines that get the job done, and his refusal to give Tracy a quick hook from the goalie rotation after his tough November shows his evolving maturity as a full-fledged collegiate head coach. It's only his fourth year on the job, and the more he learns, the more you have to like his performance. Men's Hockey Report Card...
Home is a rundown walk-up in Old Havana, where filth clings to peeling plaster and the reek of garbage sticks in the throat. Makeshift walls, festooned with frayed electric wires, subdivide the old apartments into tiny windowless warrens. When we arrive early one morning, she is locked behind massive doors. A woman with the face of a Madonna stares impassively over the half door to her dark flat. Down the hall another head pokes out: the Committee for the Defense of the Revolution has taken note of our arrival...