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...sensible noncoms and one or two surviving officers to get off the beach and up to higher ground. But it would be some time before enough courage returned for us to attempt it. One or two times I was able to control my fear enough to race across the sand to drag a helpless G.I. from drowning in the incoming tide. That was the extent of my bravery that morning...
...were able to touch bottom. We could see an 8 ft. wall on which the engineers had put up wire mesh for us to climb. We waded through the water, avoiding mines, and my platoon eventually got to the beach. Jim, my other sergeant, took the men up the sand dunes and over the wall, whilst I reported to the beach master the number of troops I had brought ashore and my code number. He said thank you, get off this beach ... quickly...
...heart hit the receiver of my M-1 rifle. The water was being shot up all around me. Clarius Riggs, who left the assault boat in front of me, went under, shot to death. About 8 or 10 ft. to my right, as we reached the dry sand, I heard a hollow thud, and I saw Private Robert Dittmar hold his chest and heard him yell, "I'm hit! I'm hit!" I hit the ground and watched him as he continued to go forward about 10 more yards. He tripped over a tank obstacle, and as he fell...
...jobs going to India,” that millions of workers and families in India desperately need that investment. Besides, allowing capital to go where it is most productive means cheaper products for American consumers, too, and cheaper inputs for domestic American business. Instead of throwing sand in the gears of globalization, we should ensure that the benefits of trade reach all Americans, through adequate investments in higher education, social services and a safety net capable of catching those who temporarily lose their jobs in the shuffle. (Hint: slashing taxes and creating deficits that undermine our ability...
...brothers contested their fierce "Tests" - played always, at the insistence of their father, with a hard ball. Other times, with local boys, they'd set up stumps at the park around the corner or at the beach, where they chose between two types of pitch - fast (the hard sand) or a subcontinental turner (the soft stuff). These games could go for hours, like sessions of the various solo bat-and-ball activities that young Greg would settle for sometimes...