Word: mists
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...crossed a high ridge climbing an almost impossibly steep path covered with a thick layer of soft wet mud. The forest was soaking wet and the dripping mist in the treetops cast a sepulchral gloom over everything. Here we met a man, emaciated, filthy, saturated to the skin, staggering blindly forward, murmuring the word "Indoo," India, the goal to which he had been pressing literally for months. This Chinese soldier was alone, a thousand miles from home, and dying on his feet. Yet he was still going. The next man we came to was a sturdy young man, about...
...London's great fire of 1666, for example, was touched off by the countless fires which townsmen lit to purge the air of plague. Use of chemical sprays to control air contamination was first attempted in 1928 by three doctors who tried a fine mist of sea water containing sodium hypochlorite. This venture gave promising results, but all such research lapsed for another decade. Within the last few years, several research groups (notably the University of Pennsylvania's new Air-Borne Disease Laboratories) again began testing various sprays. Many chemicals were found to kill airborne micro-organisms quickly...
...sharp, paralyzing understanding of Solomon Islands warfare that personal loss alone can bring. But even in those homes, there was bewilderment. When it all started, it was going to be so easy; it was to be offense, our turn; oh boy, oh boy. . . . Then, like a slow jungle mist, doubt came home...
...British approach tactic was new. There was no formation. The 94 pilots flew so low through 300 miles of mist to Le Creusot that they saw Frenchmen waving. A sergeant pilot described the flight: "As we all took the hedges it was like the Grand National except that there were no falls. It was like flying over England, only more beautiful. People on the ground seemed stunned by the great flock of Lancasters and the noise. We saw no fighters on the way, but a duck came through the windshield with a wallop. My front gunner's turret...
...Negro tenant farmer named Walter Bailey and his hands were up before the mist cleared from the valleys, but they had not turned to in the fields. They stood on the porch watching the procession. "Must be fun," Bailey sighed, admiring the clanking machines...