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Word: trenched (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1920-1929
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...trenches the nighttime is the worst. Daytime in a front line trench is often strangely quiet, soldiers can sleep, scratch, write letters, but with evening stand-to, and the first blue Very light that curves up into the sky comes a cold tightening of the nerves, a ceaseless dread...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: HUNGARY: Ghost Watch | 10/7/1929 | See Source »

...heads in the ditch, twisted into ghastly contortions, utterly exhausted, racked with malaria and dysentery. With us marched our comrades of Allenby's Desert Mounted Corps, the many regiments of Australian Light Horse, regiments of lean gaunt men from whose lives pestilence had exacted more than wounds and trench warfare...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters: Sep. 30, 1929 | 9/30/1929 | See Source »

...Trench Talk. Sometime ago the protectionist forces abandoned manganese to the free list. The antitariff army taking possession of the trenches in the abandoned manganese sector, taunted their opponents. Brigadier-General Bingham denied that he had been asked by President Hoover to put manganese on the free list. denied that he had changed his vote upon the question (TIME, Aug. 26). General Couzens cried that the motion to abandon the sector had been made by "our leader" (i. e., Lieutenant-General Watson...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE TARIFF: First Assault | 9/30/1929 | See Source »

...barrage gets heavier. An attack must be coming. Shells howl, flash, bang. Our own hands tremble but we must watch the new recruits. They are mere children with narrow shoulders, so terrified they cannot control their bowels. One of them has a fit, runs outside. Result: the trench gets plastered with lumps of flesh, bits of uniform...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Horror of the World | 6/17/1929 | See Source »

...lance-corporal has his head torn off. He runs a few steps more while the blood spouts from his neck like a fountain. I fall into an open belly. I see a man biting his own arm. I see another stagger away holding his front in. We regain our trench. The rats leave our dugout, to fatten on dead and dying in No Man's Land...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Horror of the World | 6/17/1929 | See Source »

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