Word: stucke
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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About 11:45 a.m. I was half way up a ridge near the town looking for two platoons of C company which we had lost. I heard the orders shouted for evacuation. I went back to the beach. There was an assault boat stuck, so I ran out to help push it off. A ricocheted bullet smacked me on the forehead, knocking me into the water. I couldn't see out of one eye. But the boat got away all right...
...bankers agreed that the offering would have been a success if it had consisted of 2¼% bonds of 12 to 14 years maturity, but the Treasury brushed aside their advice. More than that, unlike Mr. Mellon, who confessed to his error when he misjudged the market, Mr. Morgenthau stuck to his dignity, put on a little homily on 2% financing...
Then, on June 11, 1940, came the first air raid. It was little more than a token to show Malta that Benito Mussolini was now in the war. Maltese looked up from their stony little cotton, wheat and potato fields. Ironworkers, coppersmiths and lacemakers stuck their heads out of their shops for a glimpse of Mussolini's planes. From emplacements in Malta's limestone rock around the Grand Harbour and His Majesty's Dockyards, anti-aircraft guns boomed. A house front was damaged, a few civilians hurt, but most of the bombs fell...
Said Private Moore from his hospital cot: "I got up next to the sergeant guarding the turret and one of the Japs stuck his head down inside. I shot him right between the eyes. Suddenly there was a terrific explosion and I saw the tank commander go down. Then I felt a burning pain in my neck and realized they must have thrown a grenade down the turret. A few moments later they set fire to the tank. The driver and I figured it was better to get outside and get shot rather than burn to death. The driver poked...
...moan of doves in immemorial elms drowns out the faint echo of World War II, Authoress Thirkell seems to say hat while her Marling gentry may be vague and snobbish, they are good people o depend on in a crisis that never really comes. With a few comedy feathers stuck in an old hat, she leads the Marlings' stately stroll through the outskirts of war, leaves them peering absently toward the uknown tomorrow...