Word: partisan
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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John Dyche, known as the "Jewish Gompers." Dyche was the "first leader of [the] modern type in the needle trades. . . . He decried all militancy as doctrinaire and unrealistic, opposed all partisan and revolutionary involvements, and advocated a steady, slow, conservative and 'responsible' trade union policy. He came to despise the class struggle as a form of 'ignorant bellicosity.' . . . Even when he was discovered in secret dealings with the manufacturers, no one doubted his motives...
...morning of May 25 a Partisan guard woke the American photographer, Fowler, the British photographer, Slade, the British correspondent, Talbot, and me by shouting through the windows of our two houses: "Avioni-airplanes!" Talbot and I, sharing the same room, jumped into our clothes, ran out, took a look at the skies and made for the slit trench on a bare mound some 100 yards away. No sooner had the four of us reached the shelter than bombs from 15 planes began exploding around us. Sizzling bomb fragments whizzed into the trench beside my right shoulder. About 30 more large...
...Firing Squad. The popeyed German officer ordered the soldier who had captured us to escort us toward the center of the town. With raised hands we marched along the main street. The sun shone and bullets whistled between the bombed buildings; the Partisans were gathering on the surrounding hills. We were led into the tree-shaded backyard of the two-story Partisan administration building where some 20 old men, women and children had already been herded. Two German officers were standing in the far corner...
...After an hour we found that in place of execution we were merely to be offered another way of dying. A man led the four of us to the advanced positions and from there we were ordered to carry a wounded German on a stretcher across a field under Partisan fire, back to the cemetery headquarters. Partisan bullets sang by and kicked up dust around us. We ducked and crawled and at one point had to drop the stretcher and lie flat. But a German paratrooper behind us, carefully taking cover, prodded us on with his submachine gun. We reached...
...swart, grumpy sergeant with a crew haircut gave me his knapsack, warned me that I would answer with my life for it, and ordered me to follow him and his men. Fifteen paratroopers started out with two heavy machine guns across the young wheatfields toward the wooded, Partisan-held ridge a mile off to the west. To the right and to the left of me similar small groups were advancing in the same direction, some carrying heavy trench mortars...