Word: misted
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...beside her. Five hundred miles off the coast the convoy was dropped; the battleship sailed on alone. At 6:16 on a grey, cold morning, ship watchers at the mouth of Chesapeake Bay reported tersely: ''British warship, King George V class, off Norfolk waters."* Through a morning mist the battleship swung northwest, past the mouth of the Potomac, the inlets of Maryland's Eastern Shore, to drop anchor, invisible in the rain and fog, five miles from the Naval Academy at Annapolis. If Lord and Lady Halifax were waiting for a first glimpse...
...give the President a good look. A guard of honor of Royal Marines stood at present arms on deck and the band played The Star-Spangled Banner. A launch carried Lord and Lady Halifax from the King George V to the Potomac, and the Presidential yacht disappeared into the mist on a voyage with no immediate destination...
...drizzling on the ground and the neon lights on the hangar roofs were haloed in mist when Flight 6 rumbled overhead toward the radio range. The sound of her engines died in the clouds. East of the field Pilot Scott made his turn, headed west, letting down along the beam. From the tower the operators saw Flight 6 break out over the red neon-light "ladder" marking the end of Run way No. 1 (east-west). Pilot Scott was a little high, perhaps by miscalculation, perhaps by design. Flight 6, down to around 300 feet, zipped west over the runway...
...tepid or cold: butter and bread, jam and strong black tea, mutton and what was left over of the Sunday joint. His boyhood was tough. At school he was caned. He grew to know history in a simple way; he grew to love his King as he loved the mist in the park on a summer's morning, the hedges and the downs and the beaches...
...flown about 8,000,000 miles, made many a long hop, without a single crash, through three and a half years. Up to last week most serious damage any of the big fellows had had was a buckled landing gear. Last week the spell was broken. Flying toward the mist-shrouded San Jacinto Mountains, 20 miles southeast of Riverside, Calif., a B-17 was heard to hiccough, splutter. Then there was an explosive crash. To death against a mountainside had ridden an Army B-17 crew, three officers, three enlisted men. Meantime the military flying services, speeding up training...