Word: truck
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...investigator of the pain phenomenon was San Francisco Correspondent Dick Thompson. Says he: "One of the strange things about pain is the mind's refusal to keep old distress in focus. In my younger days, a truck hit my car and I spent nine months in an itchy body cast, but I no longer have painful, or even unpleasant, memories of the event." Thompson, in reporting the cover story, was especially impressed by Seattle Anesthesiologist John Bonica, an immigrant and former circus strongman who went on to become a pioneer in the field of pain alleviation...
...agents to warn the rebels of the impending attack. Massoud's radio performance was made possible by the use of more than 40 CIA-supplied portable transmitters. In response to a specific request from Massoud, the CIA also arranged to send hundreds of land mines by plane, ship, truck, camel and pony across three continents and through several intermediaries, so that they got into rebel hands just before Goodbye Massoud began. Says a Western diplomat: "Nothing would make the Soviets happier than breaking the back of the CIA pipeline in Afghanistan...
...friends they fought beside. They will think of themselves singing as they set off from England, "Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to die..." They will remember exactly the spot where they were pinned down by German machine guns, or where a shell blast sent a truck pinwheeling. They will go up again to Pointe du Hoc and shake their heads again in wonder at the men who climbed that sheer cliff while Germans fired down straight into their faces. The veterans will take photographs. But the more vivid pictures will be those fixed in their minds...
...never come up." He saw a shell hit a beached landing craft, "flames everywhere, men burning alive." And again: "Direct hit on 2½-ton truck gasoline load; another catches fire ... men's clothes on fire ... attempt to roll in sand to put out flames...
...chaos on the beach, Fuller recalls a burning ammunition truck, the driver dead at the wheel, careering toward his pinned-down unit. Some unknown soldier leaped into the cab and steered the smoldering vehicle into the sea, where it exploded. Soaking wet on the beach, Fuller remembers a cold so bitter he barely could move his fingers. The weeks of hedgerow fighting that followed have turned into a sickening blur: "You're out of control. You shoot at anything. Your eyes hurt. Your fingers hurt. You're driven by panic. We never looked at the faces of the dead, just...