Word: soldierly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Election Disruption. The 13,000 irregulars of the Riff and Piff are an uncertain defense force. "You can't take a peasant out of a paddy, give him three weeks of training and expect him to be a red-hot soldier," says one U.S. officer. Nevertheless, supported by Vietnamese army, marine and ranger units, they stage an average of twelve major operations a month against V.C. elements on the outskirts of the city...
...Trappist monk who was caught smuggling 150 eggs into the compound under the prison wall. Sentenced to 45 days in solitary, he took the punishment lightly, since as a monk he was used to long and lonely meditations. Still another prison saint was Dick Rogers, a former British soldier. An alcoholic, he proved to be virtually the only man who could be trusted to guard the communal food store without stealing anything for himself. Nonetheless, writes Gilkey, "Many a pious diner, whose ration of food depended on Dick's strength of character, still thought of him as immoral because...
...greeted Lin as "dear comrade," and when time came for speeches it was Lin, not Mao, who did the talking. As an added endorsement Mao, who regularly wears civilian clothes, turned out in a soldier's uniform identical to Lin's. Later, when the official list of dignitaries present at the rally was published, Lin's name appeared just under Mao's. Red China's longtime No. 2 man, Theoretician Liu Shao-chi, 68, was in seventh place...
...stern revolutionary discipline by calling for a campaign against the "black antiparty, anti-Socialist line that runs counter to Mao's thought." In fact, Mao earlier this month commissioned Lin to use the army to turn all China into a "revolutionary school" and every Chinese into a soldier...
Modified Mia. The windup last week took place in Chicago's all-but-unplayable Soldier Field. The stage was plant ed on the 10-yd. line. The crowd of 14,220 people curled back and up into the end-zone stands like one big paying claque. Yet there was not a heckle of complaint about the low-fi sound, and plenty of uproarious laughter at even her simplest lines. A whistle whined from the neighboring railway yard. "My God!" she cried. "It's got poifect pitch...