Word: stood
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...hour passed; at exactly 6 o'clock the black limousine slipped up to the canopy again. The door of Blair House opened and Madame Chiang and Mrs. Marshall stood framed in the rectangle of light. As they started down the steps, Madame Chi ang called: "Please don't shoot the flash. I can't see the steps...
...thin chain of islands picketing the vast Red-dominated land mass of Asia, Douglas MacArthur stood overwhelmingly outgunned, outmanned, and out-planed by actual and potential Soviet power. In every category of military strength (except the atomic bomb), the Soviet Union, stretching from the Bering Strait to Vladivostok and deep inland, held at least a ten-to-one superiority. Reported Douglas MacArthur: the time to prepare is now. He asked immediately for six divisions, hundreds of aircraft and increased naval forces...
...wrong. On the flight engineer's board, instrument needles flickered away from their reassuring positions. An outboard engine began to lose oil; it flowed back over the wing like blood in the moonlight. The plane began to shudder; the far starboard engine died. Its feathered prop stood stark and motionless. The plane rumbled on uneasily, unevenly. The other starboard engine sputtered and died, and the craft began to lose altitude. Up forward, the radio operator methodically clicked out an SOS, giving his position. The white-faced passengers cinched themselves into life jackets, tightened their-safety belts, and waited...
There was just enough time before dark for return to Tsaolaochi. On the way back we stopped for a village funeral. Lined against the twilight in an empty paddyfield stood half a dozen countrymen around a high-ended Chinese coffin. The chief mourners wore white headbands of grief. They were burying their mother, Chang Hu-shih, an old woman...
...bubbles from the bottom of a murky aquarium. The sound of their voices was drowned out by the thumping and puffing of six poker-faced young men behind them, who played their instruments with loud, emotionless precision. In the darkness out front several hundred listeners crowded around small tables, stood three deep at the bar, or sat in straight-backed chairs in an upholstered bull pen. On the mirror in the far corner of the Royal Roost, foot-high enamel letters spelled out "Metropolitan Bopera House...