Word: pocketer
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Yorker hurriedly unloaded the last of its anecdotes on the maid shortage. Soon A-card holders would get more gasoline; by the end of the year there would even be a few new cars. The battle for Okinawa, begun three weeks before the final collapse of the Ruhr pocket, flared hotter than ever...
...janitor went down to the basement to rinse his mop, found windows smashed, wastepaper containers upset, paper scattered everywhere. Catching a flash of yellow disappearing up the stairway, he gave chase. Just as the boy was about to be trapped, he pulled a handful of stones out of his pocket, let fly a barrage. Dodging, the janitor slipped and fell on the wet floor. The boy disappeared...
Monty let them sit, another ten minutes, while he dressed for the occasion. He donned a freshly pressed battle jacket, with the marshal's baton woven on the shoulder tabs. A tiny gold watch chain stretched from pocket to pocket, under his decoration ribbons. The familiar black beret was at the usual jaunty angle. Monty strolled slowly to the tent where the Germans waited. As he passed the assembled war correspondents he said softly: "This is a very big moment...
...those barracks a few days ago and it was all I could do to stand the sight and smell of the parodies of human beings who inhabited them. They were alive by instinct only and by instinct they almost knocked me down when I produced from my pocket one pitiful chocolate bar in answer to a plea of a prisoner for food. At the sight of that morsel of food these filthy, spidery human beings were galvanized by a single impulse: to get a crumb, just a crumb of something to put into their stomachs. I saw the barracks again...
Fresh from a Philippine army hospital, Captain "Strench" Moran, husky 6th Division rifle-company commander, drew 800 pesos back pay, stuffed the notes in a shirt pocket, and trudged off to the battle line east of Manila. There the 800 pesos proved just enough to buy his life. A bullet grazed one arm, bored into his bankroll, nestled against the skin of his chest...