Word: momental
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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JUNE 6, 1944 was a dour, windswept day on the English Channel-and the decisive moment of World War II was hard at hand. The Combined Chiefs of Staff of the U.S. and Britain had issued a directive to Supreme Commander Dwight D. Eisenhower: "You will enter the Continent of Europe and . . . undertake operations aimed at the heart of Germany and the destruction of her armed forces." Eisenhower looked at the lowering sky and made his fateful decision to go ahead. Now to the captive peoples of Western Europe came his voice of hope: "The hour of your liberation...
...began to crumble. Still desperately fighting, the British punched out gains of six miles, the Canadians eight. The U.S. 1st and 29th Divisions battled into fortified villages behind Omaha, dug in. In the Utah sector the seaborne forces linked up with the airborne, pressed inland. The battle neared its moment of truth-the expected counterattack of Rommel's blazing Panzers. But that moment never came...
...German 15th Army near Calais, waiting for a second invasion that never came. George Patton, with his ivory-handled pistols, led the Third U.S. Army from Avranches to Le Mans to Orleans to Verdun to Metz in the most spectacular armored advance of the war. There was the unforgettable moment when Paris was liberated. But those moments essentially had been made possible by the U.S., British and Canadian troops who, on that single day 15 years ago, stormed the beaches named Sword, Juno, Gold, Utah and Omaha...
...song came drifting out of a littered yard between two tenements. The young man passing in the street stopped for a moment to listen, then turned into the yard and unslung the tape recorder he always carries over one shoulder. The children's voices recorded on that muggy summer afternoon are preserved in an album called New York 19 (Folkways). The man who recorded them is 35-year-old Tony Schwartz, folklorist with a passion for the sounds of his time and place...
...then move grimly forward-^into the meat grinder. And the audience moves with them into this heart-racking film translation of S.L.A. Marshall's classic report on Pork Chop Hill (TIME, Nov. 19, 1956)-that inopportune Thermopylae where the American fighting man wrote in blood, at a moment when the world was sick of the sight of blood, a great, pathetic page in the history of courage...