Word: riflemen
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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While Freikorps riflemen rumbled through the streets, the artist crumpled figures up like wastepaper, tumbled them in zigzag planes, froze them in wooden postures that recalled German Gothic altarpieces. No picture better sums up his horror than The Night. Some of his source material came from his drawings in operating rooms in Flanders, but his ghastly torture scene was even more prophetic than he knew. It was to be repeated all over again 14 years later when the Nazis came to power...
...SLUG CARTRIDGE. For run-of-the-draft riflemen, whose aim is usually wide of the target, the Army is experimenting with cartridges containing two bullets, one packed behind the other. The front bullet flies true, but the rear bullet is deliberately made rough-ended so that it lags and drifts a little, approaching the target a foot or more to one side. The resulting shotgun effect is calculated to improve the score of a non-deadeye marksman...
...began hurling "Thunder Flashes"-noisy firecrackers used in training to simulate mass attack. Douglas shouted in Swahili for the 800 mutineers to surrender. When they refused, the commandos slammed a 3.5-in. bazooka rocket through the barracks, blasting out windows and peeling back most of the roof. Three Riflemen were killed and 20 wounded, while 400 were captured. The rest, many in pajamas or underwear, headed for the bush. Julius Nyerere was back in power however tentatively. But his country would never be the same again...
...came out, and the cannon firing resumed, smashing windows, splintering doors, knocking chunks off the palace walls. The riflemen, belly-flat on the ground, sniped happily at Diem's last-ditch supporters. The battle was clearly over, and 17 minutes later, by dawn's first light, reported TIME Correspondent Murray Gart, "I could see a white flag being waved from a first-floor window on the palace's southwest corner. But there was more shooting from the palace. Then the white flag waved again and firing stopped. At first cautiously, then freely, the camouflage-suited rebels began...
...standard ingredients for the big historical novel: dashing cavalry officers, stalwart frontier riflemen bearded, Bible-thumping farmer-soldiers, lovely widows in crinoline and lace, loyal servants hovering, a lady who is a whore and a whore who becomes a lady, and the whole rich gumbo stirred up by The War that sets brother against brother, section against section The Civil War? Well, no; for Author Stuart Cloete (rhymes with booty), it is the Boer War, but otherwise the formula is unmistakable...