Word: soldiers
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...back him to the limit. If they did not, George Marshall, facing the greatest responsibilities of any U.S. Secretary of State, would then-and not till then-be entitled to complain of public indifference. Meanwhile, the people would look to Marshall, the statesman, for the vigorous leadership Marshall, the soldier, had given them...
...were pinned under shapeless rubble murmured prayers for the injured and dying. Near him, a Red Cross worker chattered and sang to a blur of protruding arms and legs and bloodstained pillows while she tried to free her hand from a crushing weight. In another mess of metal, a soldier whose uncle lay dead near his feet quietly sipped water while he waited for rescuers to cut him free with acetylene torches. Near by, eight circus midgets trapped in a saw-toothed corner of a coach were pulled free...
Clement Attlee had another paper to read. There would be a new Viceroy in India for the 15-month period of Britain's withdrawal. Bluntly dismissed (but rewarded with an earldom) was taciturn Field Marshal Viscount Wavell of Cyrenaica and Winchester, the one-eyed soldier who did not always see eye-to-eye with his Labor Government bosses in London, or with Indian leaders. In his place would be handsome, 46-year-old "Dickie" Mountbatten (Rear Admiral Viscount Mountbatten of Burma), second cousin of King George...
...soldier, fresh from two years' overseas duty, banged the top of the register during an actor's tussle with Russell...
Later, little Willie sickened and died: "Yes, my darling, impossible as it seems, our precious little soldier boy has been taken away." Later still, to forestall Yankee marauders, "I took my silver sugar dish, cream pot, bowl, forks and spoons and put them into the legs of a pair of your drawers . . . tying up each leg at the ankle and buckling the band around my waist. They hung under, and were concealed by, my hoops. It did well while I sat still, but as I walked . . . the clanking destroyed all hope of concealment. ... I could not restrain my laughter, which...