Word: quemoy
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...disposal." Peking itself, in a move clearly designed to lend color to future charges of "aggression" by the U.S., proclaimed that henceforth the limit of its territorial waters would be not three but twelve miles. This would mean, if the Reds could make it stick, that all of Quemoy and Matsu would be in Red China's waters...
Already the Communists had established something close to a blockade of Quemoy. When the Chinese Nationalist navy early in the week tried to reinforce and supply the island, small, fast Communist craft drove the bulk of the convoy back to the Pescadores, and U.S. newsmen who succeeded in getting to Quemoy (see below) reported that no significant shipping had reached it since the Communists opened up their artillery assault three weeks ago. Five days later, in response to the Communist blockade, two U.S. heavy cruisers and six U.S. destroyers escorted a pair of Nationalist supply ships to Quemoy...
...China coast. It consisted of a creaking, World War II-type LSM, two small gunboats and a minesweeper. For two nights in a row it had turned back in the face of Communist gunfire before accomplishing its mission: delivering supplies and 400 Chinese Nationalist reinforcements to the island of Quemoy. This time some 30 newsmen and photographers were also aboard, among them TIME Correspondent Jim Bell. Bell's report...
...midnight we were approaching the island and could clearly see the air bursts of artillery as Tatan, Little Quemoy and the south shore of Quemoy itself took their nightly lacing. Six miles south of Quemoy's shallow coast we dropped anchor, and three scuttle-nosed landing barges approached LSM 249. The sea was wicked, and the three landing craft had a hard time coming alongside. The transfer started about 12:30, but by 12:45 only half of us newsmen and 20 troops had managed to crawl down the nets and jump into the pitching boats. At that moment...
...landing craft finally ducked clear of the firing and headed into Quemoy's south coast. At 1:30 the bowlip slammed down, revealing a ghostly white beach. Communist shells were pounding over. We ran for it, and came smack up against barbed wire. Ducking into a bunker, we watched the second landing barge glide by like a sea monster. The third landing craft, carrying a group of U.S. military assistance advisory personnel, tore its bottom on an underwater barricade, and the U.S. officers, their gear lost, slogged ashore through neck-deep water...