Word: shrouds
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...third day of Field Marshal Gerd von Rundstedt's surprise offensive, fog lay like a folded shroud over the wooded hills and rocky fields of southeastern Belgium. Near Stavelot a large German armored task force of tanks, tank destroyers, self-propelled guns and trucks snaked northward. Its aims: to seize U.S. gasoline and supply dumps just beyond Stavelot, to cut in behind the communications and supply lines of the U.S. First and Ninth Armies. At little Stavelot (pop. 5,000) the Germans would be only 22 miles from Liege, vital U.S. supply point at the end of the line...
Sleet-laden clouds hung like a leaden shroud over all the Kwangsi-Kweichow border area. Rime coated the tents and hutments of Chinese, Americans and Japanese alike. Icicles hung from the wings of Major General Claire L. Chennault's fighter-bombers, standing silent on the runways. For a hundred miles in every direction, columns of refugees and soldiers trudged through the hill paths and over roads broken by battle, their skin cracking with frostbite...
...business, education or politics who has been watched secretly for years before being offered membership in the Bond. He is sworn in at a spine-chilling ceremony. In sepulchral gloom a light plays fitfully on a blood-spattered bier, on which lies a lifelike "corpse" wrapped in a black shroud. Into the "corpse" a dagger has been plunged to the hilt. Letters of blood spell the word Verraad (treachery). A predikant (pastor) intones: "He who betrays the Bond will be destroyed by the Bond. The Bond never forgets." Membership lasts "till death." Broeders recognize one another by secret signs, handclasps...
...Heards comes in the subtle, uncanny Rousing of Mr. Bradegar, the story of a simple dream. The dreamer may be 1 ) a man lying in bed and recalling his boyhood, 2) a boy lying in his crib and envisioning his manhood, 3) a corpse in its shroud looking back on its earthly days as man and boy, or 4) some "timeless" mixture of all three at once. Mystical Gerald Heard would probably plump...
...drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. . . . No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around...