Word: targeted
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...scene, was almost as ludicrous. "The second of December was to be an air-wing strike on the suburbs of Hanoi," it said, for which "antipersonnel weapons were chosen to inflict maximum damage on the population. Privately most of the pilots were appalled at the pacific nature of the target. I was inwardly ashamed at being such a coward...
...single U.S. patrol, a thin line of 1st Division infantrymen, moved warily through the jungles of Tay Ninh province one humid morning last week. Deep in Viet Cong territory, the lonely Americans posed a tempting target. Finally, at high noon, the Viet Cong yielded to the temptation. Under cover of a furious mortar assault, they attacked in force. Almost immediately, U.S. artillery that had been covering the patrol's advance opened up on the hitherto-hidden Viet Cong mortar emplacements. Within minutes, Allied planes were bombing and strafing the enemy attackers. Besieged by shells and 40 lethal air strikes...
...Cong sanctuaries until the Viet Cong are forced to come out and fight. Helicopters lift artillery batteries forward to keep an advancing patrol always in range of the "fan," or radius, of the gun's shells. Jet fighter-bombers always stand ready to be up and over any target in South Viet Nam within minutes in support of an attacked patrol. If neither shells nor bombs are enough, the helicopter can also bring infantry reinforcements to the rescue...
...grow resentful of the inevitable calculus wonk who loudly corrects mistakes in his section man's graphs. These are minor irritants though. The vast majority of students (95 per cent according to a 1962 Economics Department survey) end up satisfied with Ec 1 and the course hardly seemed a target for radical discontent...
...themselves, nor can Beatrice Lillie's still wonderful deadpan drolleries. Carol Channing, in a cameo role, only indicates that she is better as a living Dolly than as an overgrown Jazz Baby. The picture's basic problem, however, lies not with its talent but with its target. Satire is never any stronger than the host it feeds upon; by lampooning an overdone era, the creators of the film have made Millie an aging flapper, hoofing and puffing with jazz and razzmatazz, pretty and polished. But beneath the powder, the mascara and the bee-stung lips...