Word: sanding
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Paddy Finucane was on his last sweep. As he led his wing low over German installations on the French beach, his second-in-command saw something Paddy Finucane did not see: a small machine-gun post perched about 20 feet above the beach on a ridge of sand. It was not a regular gun post, with an emplacement and protecting sandbags, but just one machine gun on a tripod with two young men in German uniforms behind it. Finucane's second-in-command, whose name was Aikman, saw a burst from the machine gun go through Paddy...
...find out how well seduction had worked, they sampled public opinion by flashing the faces of various notables on cinema screens. A cinema audience at Blood and Sand was startled when the comely faces of Tyrone Power and Rita Hayworth were snatched off the screen and a portrait of the late great Dr. Sun Yat-sen appeared. After a bewildered moment, the audience applauded. When the face of Chiang Kai-shek appeared, the Chinese went wild with joy. Next, Puppet Wang. No go. Boos and hisses...
...British arrested hundreds of Hurs, promptly executed 27 ringleaders. But they had done more than a mop-up job on rampaging natives. From his sand-island G.H.Q. dominating the jungle, Major General Roland Richardson authorized this statement: "The whole operation may be regarded as valuable practice for jungle warfare elsewhere, in which the British forces so far have been at a marked disadvantage...
...pretty nearly died that first day, it was so ghastly hot. Next day, and for three more days, we had to march down the middle of a stream. Sand got into our shoes and socks and my sores got four times as big as they had been. Then we had three days on rafts made of rotten bamboos. My bed was six inches under water. Then we crossed the Chindwin and started up and down some awfully steep hills, some 7,000 feet high. I had had malaria every couple of weeks since December and the day we reached...
Atlantic City is seeing many another wartime change: few visitors throng the eight-mile boardwalk; concessionaires' shops are half empty; sand sculptors have taken to drawing crayon pictures on discreetly lighted easels; and night strollers out after 1:30 a.m. are subject to questioning by the Army and Coast Guard...