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...wound up with a lurching thud against the far side of a deep ditch, just short of the highway. No one shouted or said a word. With thick, fumbling fingers we unlatched the safety belts. General Lee slumped forward, dazed and winded. It was his luck to be the only one knocked out. Most of our passengers scrambled out into the battle, left one officer and me to drag wiry, 48-year-old General Lee out on to the ground. A young paratrooper came by, stared in awe at the wreck, then laughed and said: "Jeez! You must have guts...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Army & Navy - Envelopment from the Sky | 6/28/1943 | See Source »

...column of bronzed troops swung crisply from a company street. A band fell in at the head of the column, flashed back the bright Florida sun from its burnished instruments as it thumped the Army Air Corps march. Its song rose and fell against a discordant background: the muffled thud of shotguns, the crisp crack of .30-caliber machine guns, the sulky bark...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Army & Navy - Gunners' Assembly Line | 4/5/1943 | See Source »

...feature of Dorothy Donegan's swing piano playing is her footwork. Newcomers at Elmer's Cocktail Lounge sometimes swear that she has a drum concealed under the piano. She has not. That incessant triple-fortissimo thud that punctuates Dorothy's improvisations comes simply from Dorothy's ample feet, hitting the floor boards in loud, unconscious ecstasy...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Hazel's Rival? | 11/16/1942 | See Source »

...last week that thud had helped Dorothy Donegan to an offer from Duke Ellington's band, another offer from Manhattan's Cafe Society...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Hazel's Rival? | 11/16/1942 | See Source »

...were sleeping soundly. A soft north-northeast breeze fanned the damp air; the lonely flashlight of a patrolling officer threaded the dark Virginia night; somewhere a mongrel pup howled plaintively. Suddenly came the long, heart-chilling shriek of dive-bombers, the rattle of machine guns, the dull, stomach-curdling thud of high explosives. Over the camp rolled clouds of black, evil-smelling smoke. Up went a cry: "Gas! Gas! Gaaaasss!" Out of their tiny olive-green tents tumbled soldiers, stuffing heads into gas masks, grabbing at pants...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: ARMY: Night in Virginia | 6/29/1942 | See Source »

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