Word: trooped
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...governor of Massachusetts, who is always the guest of honor, and until 1866 was ex-officio President of the Board of Overseers, drives out from the State House, accompanied by the Roxbury Horse Guards, a cavalry troop that goes back to Colonial days. Near the Johnston Gate the procession of officers and undergraduates is formed, in the reverse order of classes, and it is a moving sight to watch the procession of younger and younger alumni until we reach the class that is celebrating its triennial. Seniors in their bachelors' gowns (another medieval survival) line up in double ranks...
...these soldiers, and their millions of buddies on troop transports, in Italian barber shops, in transport planes going over the Hump, in the dreary routine of guarded life in enemy prison camps, the invasion was a shot in the arm. Their eyes, too, were on the Normandy coast...
Outwardly, Ike Eisenhower has changed little through all this. He is as natural, kindly, down-to-earth as ever. But he is a strict disciplinarian with the troop formations under his command. He is a bear on uniform neatness, a bug on such items of military smartness as saluting. Once in Eighth Air Force headquarters he took General "Tooey" Spaatz down because West Pointer Spaatz, steeped in the Air Force ways of offhand efficiency, had banned saluting in the corridors as a damned nuisance...
...earth ex cept the few white officers who could lick them in hand-to-hand combat (barring knives, garrotes and guns). Among these were their own jumpmaster, a handsome golden-haired lieutenant who used to sell insurance, and their colonel, a 1938 West Pointer. When their C-47 troop carrier took off on Dday, a grimy mechanic waved and grinned. "Them poor goddam krauts," said he. The Indians' D-day assignment was tough enough to match their blood lust- dropping on the peninsula behind Cherbourg and blowing up approach roads to airfields where later paratroopers would land...
Inside a barbed-wire enclosure, where the crews of a troop carrier squadron were confined like some kind of rare and precious birds, a whistle skirled. Pilots, copilots, navigators turned out, listened to the briefing. They squinted at the sky. It was a squally night with a fitful, pale moon...