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...that guy over there?" he says. "Now, that guy looks like Buddy Cianci." He points to a dark-haired man wearing a trench-coat. "I'm not saying it's him, but that's what he looks like...
...American civics textbooks. But the simplest American notions about political conscience and human rights are revolutionary when expressed in most Latin American countries. Sister Rose Mary McCormack, who directs the society's nuns in Peru, insists that Maryknollers are not Marxists, but adds: "They are in the same trench with us, fighting the same enemies. It breaks your heart when you see how poor the very poor of Peru can be." Superior General Noonan notes that while "Marxism has very little influence" on Maryknoll life, it is a handy label that opponents have found useful to discredit missionaries...
...relates his experience in a motivation platoon--"moto," as it was called. "We had to go through this long trench with mucky water, under and over barrels. And you'd better be screaming like a banshee when you come up for air. I had one more barrel to go under and as I dove down I could see an officer pissing into the ditch, just to spite me. I was so psyched I didn't blink an eye, and I broke water yelling as loud as I could...
...memories of those who served under him, Omar Nelson Bradley always remained "the G.I.'s general." He was a tireless infantry leader who seemed to be everywhere at once. Dressed in a grimy old trench coat, his fatigues stuffed into his boots, "Brad" would frequently abandon his desk at headquarters for flights to the front in a Piper Cub. There, he insisted on inspecting everything from forward outposts to latrines. Though not noted for eloquence, he enjoyed addressing the troops in his flat Missouri twang, and he gave them plain talk. "Fellows like me have been in this business...
...Papa" holds forth on subjects ranging from his art to his bowels. But much of the collection reads like the scoreboard of a ferocious competitor. "The 227 wounds I got from the trench mortar didn't hurt a bit at the time," he writes his parents in 1918. "We've killed 3 big bull elk-2 bucks-2 bear-an eagle and a coyote-Grouse all the time -Killed enough meat for the two guides to get married on-" The years pass the tallies mount. Noble critters are immortalized by his marksmanship in Wyoming, Montana, Idaho and Africa...