Word: sweatingly
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...miles inside the Jap lines on the Sixth's left flank. The men who had rescued them were 286 Filipinos and 121 picked men of the U.S. 6th Ranger Battalion. The squat, handsome man wearing a lieutenant colonel's insignia and a shoulder holster over his sweat-stained shirt was Henry Andrew Mucci, in command...
...been really warm since I left South Carolina in 1941; in Normandy I used to sleep in a puddle and dream of the long, bright days when good Southerners sit in the shade and watch the heat waves rise off the parched red earth and feel the sweat slowly run over their ribs. I have missed the innate courtesy and good manners of Southerners. I have met too many loud S.O.B.s. I have been forced into rudeness myself too many times...
...himself how battle fear feels. He was "literally 'scared as hell' from the time the aircraft neared the target area until it had passed well out of range of the island's defenses." His mouth was dry ("spitting cotton"), his hands were drenched in icy sweat, his heart beat so hard he could feel its throb. Over the target "there was a strong impulse to seek the shelter of any available armor plate in the cockpit. A sensation of helplessness left a deep impression; the idea of having nothing to do but watch and wait...
...road toward Kwangsi. Refugees flanked us in unbroken columns. This was the tail end of one of the longest treks in the history of the China war. I had seen these refugees start their march five months before on the dusty roads of Hunan, where the sun leeched sweat from every pore, where human bodies and the fields about them were parched moistureless. Now, 600 miles away, these refugees were still trudging-the friendless, the halt and the sick-overtaken by the merciless blast of the Kweichow winter...
...late Poet Laureate) had compiled the data which His Majesty's Stationery Office issued under the crushing title: "Statistics Relating to the War Effort of the United Kingdom." The London Observer had a better description: "Here at length is the arithmetic of blood, the chemistry of sweat, the accounting of tears." And Bill Bradshaw, a street sweeper in the City of London, summed up: "It's about time we bloody 'eroes 'ad a look...