Word: shacks
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...weeks ago, three NATO radar technicians-two Britons and a Canadian-were kidnaped, then murdered in a remote shack in North Central Turkey by members of a small extremist organization called the Turkish People's Liberation Army. Turkish soldiers waiting outside retaliated instantly by killing ten of the eleven terrorists inside with rockets and rifle bullets...
...Surrender! Surrender!" shouted the Turkish commando colonel through a loudspeaker. The only answer from the small band of terrorists who were holed up in a shack near the mountainous Turkish village of Kizildere was a volley of gunfire and abuse. The guerrillas were members of a small extremist organization called the Turkish People's Liberation Army. Late last month, they had kidnaped three NATO radar technicians from a nearby Turkish air force base, and were holding them as hostages for the lives of three other terrorists who have been sentenced to die for the kidnaping-murder of an Israeli...
...while some of the terrorists created a diversion by firing on the surrounding troops and tossing out hand grenades, others coldly executed the three hostages -John Law, 25, a Canadian, and two Britons, Gordon Banner, 35, and Charles Turner, 45. Moments later 800 Turkish troops opened fire on the shack with rockets, rifles and tear gas. Ten terrorists died in the fusillade; the only survivor was later captured by police...
...teeming slum that houses war refugees and soldiers' families. During the barrage, 27 rockets pounded into the area, which is roughly the size of three football fields. At least 47 were killed and 56 injured, either in the blasts or in the fires that leveled every shack and lean-to in the area. By late morning, cabled TIME Correspondent Stanley Cloud, "nothing was left but a smoldering, stinking layer of ashes littered with the charred corpses of chickens, pigs and people. I learned that it is sometimes difficult to distinguish the petrified, ashen remains of a pig from those...
...artist tries to withdraw from this day-glow treatment to the archetypical farm or fishing shack he runs the risk of destroying his talent, since he must dirty his hands in the corruptions of the real world if he is to remain vital. J.D. Salinger does his writing in a bomb shelter in New Hampshire, and he hasn't produced anything readable in thirteen years. We just don't have writers anymore who can lead public lives and still recall those ancient sages who, when an enemy took the town, walked out of the gate empty handed, without a care...