Word: trailed
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Fueled by Communist North Viet Nam with supplies and men smuggled through Laos over the clandestine Ho Chi Minh Trail, this wasting war has been going on for seven years. Its object is the destruction of South Viet Nam's stubby, stubborn President Ngo Dinh Diem, 60, who runs the war, the government, and everything else in South Viet Nam from a massive desk in his yellow stucco Freedom Palace in Saigon. President Diem had fought the Communists in his country long before World War II. At war's end, he was arrested by them; his brother was shot...
With the disintegration of the West's position in Laos, most areas along the South Viet Nam border are now held by the Pathet Lao, and the Ho Chi Minh Trail has become an almost open thoroughfare through which Communist reinforcements pour into Diem's beleaguered country. Already the Communists are hard at work enlarging camps and even building airstrips in southern Laos for the rising struggle against South Viet Nam's harassed 150,000-man army...
...mobile Ranger tactics designed to out-guerrilla the guerrillas. At Nhatrang eight new Ranger companies are learning the tricks: scaling cliffs, making wild leaps on cable pulleys, walking noiselessly in jungle undergrowth, learning how to kill swiftly. It is no secret that the Ho Chi Minh Trail is now a two-way street, for the South Vietnamese now use it to travel north, and Ranger patrols are probing into North Viet Nam to give Ho a taste of his own medicine...
...Bridge), who had set up shop in 1905 in an empty Dresden butcher's store. A loner by instinct, he quit them after a year and a half, afraid that togetherness would dilute his grim, self-imposed sense of artistic mission. Similarly, he shunned the trail-blazing Blaue Reiter (Blue Rider) circle, although he had the admiration of both Wassily Kandinsky and Paul Klee, who called Nolde "a primeval soul, a daemon of the earthly region...
Then Ford unaccountably doubles back on the trail. The marshal, it develops, is no altar vaulter; he is four-fifths of a bastard, going on five. Comanches have taken dozens of white captives, and the commandant wants Stewart to get them back. The request is straight out of the last thousand horse movies, but Stewart's answer is new: hell no. The commandant shudders; he has done westerns before, and this is not the way the scene is supposed to go. But he asks, disbelievingly, would money change Stewart's mind? "Yah." says Stewart, interested for the first...