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Word: mists (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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...place where an apple is of no value at all. The place was rainy, foggy, Boston, whose beautiful October weather has been mentioned in many poems and has even lent itself to the title of a book. But after the initial few days of rain and mist, the sun came out and we could see our way around...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE HARVARD SCUTTLEBUTT | 10/22/1943 | See Source »

From a high hill, our shells crashed into the valley in increasing volume. In a mist of smoke and dust the tanks flitted warily. Forced to retreat out of the plain before the superior fire of the Mark-IVs, our light Honey tanks had hidden in a draw. They now poured a hail of diagonal fire at the German tanks. An artillery observer, awed by the gun-tank battle and our grandstand seat far above it, murmured: "You'll never see anything like this again in 20 years...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World: The Taking of White House Hill | 8/2/1943 | See Source »

Descent to Hell. Showers splattered the windshields when the ship was over halfway across the China Sea. At 500 ft. the sea was completely blotted out. In the thick weather cigarets lost their taste. That night, eerie, peaked islands rose up at them out of the mist. They were flying blind and praying that they would see the islands in time. When Lawson decided to climb and fly in on instruments and then jump (it meant losing the plane), they ran into a hole in the weather, saw a clean, concave beach. Lawson dropped low, dragged the beach, inspecting...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Material for an Epic | 7/19/1943 | See Source »

...airborne attack was launched from Campbell Field, Ky., 100 miles northwest of the battlefield. In the grey mist big transports thundered down the runways closely spaced, each plane crammed with paratroops and each towing a bulky Army glider...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Army & Navy - Envelopment from the Sky | 6/28/1943 | See Source »

...knew my mother was standing at the top of the stairs in her kitten's-ear broadcloth with the long train, the diamond butterfly from Tiffany's sparkling at the black-velvet ribbon around her throat. . . . But I couldn't see her for the mist in my eyes...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: After Indian Summer | 6/28/1943 | See Source »

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