Word: misted
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...from the air. Its shock wave traveling through the water would crush the hulls of ships in port. A million tons of radioactive water thrown into the air would smash nearby piers and warehouses, splash on others farther away, making them unapproachable for weeks or months. A wind-borne mist laden with deadly radioactive particles would threaten survivors to leeward...
...year-old private from Company D, 1st Battalion, 19th Infantry Regiment, was awakened from the sleep of the exhausted by the zing of Communist bullets over his foxhole. For an hour before, confident Communist infantrymen, their conical Russian helmets sticking up like mushrooms through the early morning mist, had marched along a steep dirt road to a mountain pass commanding the U.S. positions. Wakeful U.S. sentries heard the Reds singing snatches of Communist marching songs as they pulled an aged, creaking, Russian heavy machine gun up the steepening slope...
...next two days, an armada of boats and planes scouted his bearing and the general path the DC-4 should have taken. Storm static scrambled radio contact between the search parties; mist and night fog hampered visibility. But toward the end of the second day, not far from the Navy captain's fix, the Coast Guard came on an oil slick and scraps of tangled metal. Close by floated a piece of blue blanket bearing the stencil "N.W." and bits of human bodies-all that remained of U.S. commercial aviation's worst air disaster...
...toss, stepped up to the ball and swung. The ball whistled down the middle of the mist-shrouded fairway and disappeared from view. Sam pursed his lips, blinked his grey, button-bright eyes and was satisfied. Then bantam Ben Hogan, the little man who had come back to haunt him, stepped forward. To the dismay of 4,500 assembled witnesses, Ben hit one that hooked crazily and landed in a ditch out of bounds...
Visibility was so poor that Citation and his three rivals could barely be seen across the mist-shrouded infield. Trainer Jones, a thickset little man with a perpetually worried look, had a twinge of conscience as the field entered the starting gate: "It's a little like putting Joe DiMaggio back in the game in midseason and letting him bat against good, seasoned pitchers. He might strike out." Jimmy had another bad moment when Citation broke slowly and wallowed down the backstretch eating mud from other horses' heels...