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Word: neckar (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
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Though only half a mile away Warsaw Pact ships were firing at targets, the crew on the 300-ft. West German navy tender Neckar exhibited no alarm. Nothing ever happened during routine surveillance missions. So, midmorning in the Baltic Sea, the NATO craft sat passively while two 600-ton Soviet-made corvettes of the Polish navy blasted practice shots at unmanned drones...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: High Seas They Couldn't Hit a . . . Oops! | 6/29/1987 | See Source »

Suddenly a burst of fire hit the water just 16 ft. from the Neckar. Then a corvette struck the German craft with eight 30-mm shells, setting her stern gun turret afire and punching a hole in her hull beneath the waterline. Three crewmen were injured. After the fire was put out and the leak plugged, the Neckar limped into its home port of Kiel. To prevent damage to NATO-Warsaw Pact relations, Bonn described the attack as an accident, perhaps caused by the poor aim of Polish gunners. Warsaw began an investigation into the occurrence...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: High Seas They Couldn't Hit a . . . Oops! | 6/29/1987 | See Source »

Bernd Ballmann Horb am Neckar, West Germany

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters: Dec. 24, 1984 | 12/24/1984 | See Source »

That act of precaution saved Kroesen's life. As he was being driven to his headquarters in Heidelberg one morning last week, the green, unmarked limousine rolled up to a red traffic light beside the Neckar River, less than a mile from his office. Kroesen was in back with his wife Rowene...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Terrorism: Return of the Red Army Faction | 9/28/1981 | See Source »

...topic of conversation drifted from Alan Watts' latest treatise to the whereabouts of the celebrated soprano who had been vacationing on the far bank of the Neckar. I thought I recognized one of the young men from The Whiskey, who turned to me. "Alexis' sister?" he asked, "don't you like the plum cake? You're not eating anything." Except for the presence of the servant, I felt particularly at ease with this mildly pretentious intellectual crowd and their coffee-table chit-chat. The sun pouring in the window relaxed the guests, who sat on ottomans around the black grand...

Author: By Sarah L. Mcvity, | Title: Underground at The Whiskey | 3/15/1980 | See Source »

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