Word: tiring
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...with the terrorists." He told our soldiers, "Be ready. The hour is coming when America will act." He told Americans that this is going to be a long campaign that will test both our resources and our will. "Freedom and fear are at war," he declared. "We will not tire. We will not falter, and we will not fail." And even as he spoke, the U.S.S. Theodore Roosevelt steamed toward the Mediterranean and points east, and more than 100 warplanes moved into position...
...with the terrorists." He told our soldiers, "Be ready. The hour is coming when America will act." He told Americans that this is going to be a long campaign that will test both our resources and our will. "Freedom and fear are at war," he declared. "We will not tire. We will not falter, and we will not fail." And even as he spoke, the U.S.S. Theodore Roosevelt steamed toward the Mediterranean and points east, and more than 100 warplanes moved into position...
...sonic boom, or a construction accident, or freak lightning on a lovely fall day; at worst, a horrible airline accident, a plane losing altitude, out of control, a pilot trying to ditch in the river and missing. But as the gruesome rains came--bits of plane, a tire, office furniture, glass, a hand, a leg, whole bodies, began falling all around--people in the streets all stopped and looked, and fell silent. As the smoke rose, the ash rained gently down, along with a whole lost flock of paper shuffling down from the sky to the street below, edges charred...
...sonic boom, or a construction accident, or freak lightning on a lovely fall day; at worst, a horrible airline accident, a plane losing altitude, out of control, a pilot trying to ditch in the river and missing. But as the gruesome rains came--bits of plane, a tire, office furniture, glass, a hand, a leg, whole bodies, began falling all around--people in the streets all stopped and looked, and fell silent. As the smoke rose, the ash rained gently down, along with a whole lost flock of paper shuffling down from the sky to the street below, edges charred...
...traders each stick to what they do best. There was a time when the salt ferried by the Tuareg was worth more than gold or silver, and trade routes crisscrossed north Africa from Timbuktu to Cairo. Today, the camel caravans have mostly disappeared, replaced by overloaded trucks which tire less easily and require fewer men. Adam and his town folk are part of a dying breed. "It's very difficult," the boy told me. "I'd have preferred to have been in the pasture looking after the camels...