Word: terrorisms
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...fights the Communists. A veteran of two years' warfare against the Red guerrillas, he has seen action at Konitsa, in Epirus, in the Grammos mountains, in the Peloponnesus. He does not know what became of his family; like hundreds & thousands of other Greeks, they fled from Red terror. They may be in a refugee camp; they may be dead. Some day, though he cannot imagine when, Georgios hopes to return to his native village, marry and settle down. Like most of his comrades in the army, he pins his hopes on American aid, and wishes there were more...
Boston Saw Red. When all the 50 human cylinders in him were popping in rapid succession, Dickens was a holy terror. He went into a rage if a single piece of furniture in his house was moved or left untidied; he pinned angry notes to his quaking daughters' pincushions, urging them to better habits. On the other hand, he thought nothing of suddenly taking off and striding madly 15 or 20 miles through the night streets of London, or of popping through the window into a friend's drawing room, dressed as a sailor and dancing a hornpipe...
...long led a quiet, austere life devoted to charities and the rearing of her family. When the President died, she turned down the pension awarded her by the government, so that the money might be used for needier war widows and orphans. Even the Communist-led Hukbalahaps, who spread terror through the hills of Central Luzon, could find no word to say against Doña Aurora...
That night impressionable Erica went home to her flat and fell into a troubled sleep. At midnight, she awoke to hear her pet cat screaming. Standing in her bathroom, she swore next morning, was a tall figure wearing the polterjacket. As Erica cried out in terror, the figure turned slowly to reveal the hideous face of an old crone. "I stared it away," reported Erica bravely. "It came up and then faded away like a television image...
First Officer Cyril Senior was at the conn, approaching Rio's broad, mountain-ringed harbor at about 15 knots when, without a hint of danger, came the sensation that strikes terror into every sailor's bones: a sharp, grinding noise forward. The 'Magdalena shuddered to a stop, hard aground on a reef so shoal that breakers creamed over...