Word: steeped
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...quick succession, but the first definite kill did not come until sunset after the sixth attack. A TBF placed all its bombs right under the U-boat's stern. It went down at once, then popped up, hopelessly out of control. Once more it sank at a steep angle, then resurfaced. The crew poured out of the crippled vessel; 24 were taken prisoner. The next engagement of the carrier lasted 14 hours, from dusk to daylight. Twice again the escort carrier's planes struck. In the last attack four TBFs and two Wildcat fighters swooped...
From transports standing between the destroyers and the battleships came swarms of landing boats, dashing through the hot red tracer fire from enemy shore batteries and machine guns, grinding to a halt on the steep shores, discharging their men, then hastening back to the transports for another load. Engineers and assault infantrymen led the way ashore, scurried to cover, set up machine guns, charted underwater obstacles at the landing points, then started clearing away barbed wire with Bangalore torpedoes...
...shoe pacs or leather boots and raincoats. Yet we always seemed to be cold. More than once we had to sleep on the wet, cold earth in our clothes. That was pretty uncomfortable, but looking at the suffering infantrymen and the supply carriers who had to take loads up steep mountains and the litter carriers who had to.bear the wounded down, we could not feel very...
Next to a mountain stream which runs down the steep slope were nine more bodies within a 25-yd. area. There were plenty of bullet clips in the little leather cases which hung on the wearers' belts. Near the bottom of the slope lay the body of a Japanese captain. His silk white handkerchief was centered by a lewd ink sketch. A couple of hundred yards down the valley we found a dead Japanese officer who carried, like most Japs, photographs of his wife and children. It had rained the previous night, so the officer's open mouth...
Suddenly down the steep bank rushed one of the boatmen, shouting and waving a dragon's red-and-gold head and twisted tail. Drums and gongs beat madly, rockets hissed, the galleries roared-and the race was on. Twice across the river the rowers strained. In other times, the crews decided the outcome by fighting. Now, from a judges' junk, the winners received their prizes: bright red sashes...