Word: monsoonal
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...throne, ninth monarch of the 184-year-old Chakri dynasty, not only takes the business of being a king seriously but has taken it upon himself to mold his emerging nation's character. In the musical five-tone Thai tongue, his full name rings like the roll of monsoon thunder...
...even when U.S. air cavalrymen surrounded three Red regiments near Bong Son last week, the bulk of the Communist force slipped furtively away. The enemy battalion that was finally trapped put up a good fight-but reluctantly (see following story). The Reds were saving their strength for the monsoon, waiting for the rain-rich thunderheads that hamper American air strikes. And they were doing a lot of their waiting in the sanctuary of neighboring, "neutral" Cambodia...
Since Cambodia's Sihanouk now offers the Reds active support, he is risking a widening of the war. If the Communist monsoon offensive is to be checked before the rains come, both trails must be severed-or at least heavily interdicted-before they join up in a ribbon of men and supplies that cannot be cut. Though there is no indication that the U.S. will cease to respect Sihanouk's phony neutrality, his policy inevitably carries with it the chance that more and more of the bullets of war will spill over into Cambodia itself...
...Pong massif and Ia Drang valley in the western highlands near Cambodia, the "Valley of Death," where the division last fall had fought the bloodiest battle of the war. Chu Pong was a perfect place to hit the enemy off-balance as he prepared his campaigns for the coming monsoon, and Air Cav Commander Major General Harry W. O. Kinnard had given his Flying Horsemen orders to do just that in Operation Lincoln. But the enemy was nowhere to be found. Then a bullet pinged into a chopper from below. Nosing down like angry hornets, a swarm of Hueys carrying...
Saddle-Colored Maidens. He was a roaring American primitive who hit Honolulu like a monsoon. Hawaiians were not merely amazed at his exuberant ways; they thought that he was always drunk. His appetite for experience was enormous. Ill in bed with saddle boils, he had himself carried to an interview with survivors of a shipwreck at sea, had his dispatch thrown aboard a ship already under sail. Astride a spavined horse named Oahu, he viewed a bone-strewn battleground, exotic foliage, and "long-haired, saddle-colored maidens" with the rapt admiration of a Peeping Tom newly admitted to Eden...