Word: sar
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Later, at the government command post, Major General Sar Hor, who was in charge of the city's defenses, spelled out the problems. At that point, government troops held less than a third of a square mile; the insurgents controlled 60% of the city and were pressing for more. But Sar Hor, a roly-poly man of 56 who wore several large oval rings on his fingers, was confident. "The situation was once very critical," he said, "but now it is merely critical. We will recapture what has been lost." There was reason for his growing optimism...
Next door to the heavily fortified command bunker is the town hall. A small group of tough Cambodian special-forces troops walked in, exuberantly displaying a .50-cal. machine gun recovered from an enemy position that they had just destroyed. General Sar Hor pulled a wad of riels from his map case and handed the reward to Major Kim Phong, the group's commander. "Special forces, can do!" he shouted. Kim Phong, a tall, strapping Khmer with a stubbly beard, who looks a bit like an Asian Lee Marvin, has been a soldier for 20 years, first...
...insurgents laid siege to a comparable force of government soldiers defending Kompong Cham, Cambodia's third largest city (peacetime pop. 125,000, now about 65,000), approximately 50 miles northeast of Phnom-Penh. Lon Nol vowed that he would not let Kompong Cham fall and dispatched Major General Sar Hor, the highly regarded Minister of Veteran Affairs, to take charge of its defenses. Nonetheless, the insurgents steadily advanced. Using American 105-mm. howitzers captured last month from fleeing government troops, they massively shelled the city, rendering Kompong Cham's airport useless. Government supplies and reinforcements...
Squads of police have begun to comb the city to round up last-minute draftees. Those who can pay for freedom ($200 is the going rate) are released. Those who cannot end up in a muddy makeshift training ground at Prey Sar, a former prison camp. There a weeping new soldier told his story: "The police came to the restaurant where I worked at 9 a.m. and took me away. I have a wife and six children. They do not know where I am. I do not want to be a soldier. I don't want...
...your-school essay. No more. The college acceptances being sent through the mails last week-were based, in a good number of cases, on such evidence as a handmade jacket of chain mail, an original eight-page score for a string quartet or a taped rendition of César Franck's Piece Heroique...