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...German officer's suit of silk underwear, which he wears. His outer clothes are informal: sweater and pants. To his troops he became a familiar and spectacular sight, touring the front line in a tank, his hawk's head in a beret protruding from the turret. Sometimes he wore an Anzac's broad-brimmed field hat, on which he pinned the insignia of all the units fighting under him, including the Greeks. Occasionally he put-putted through the sky in a Fieseler Storch reconnoitering plane left behind by the Germans. His headquarters was an elaborate caravan...
Technical Sergeant Anton Budgen leaned down from the gun turret above me, and then he nicked a switch, turning on the interphone system. "Andy, there's two pursuits on our left and above us," said Lyle Winchell, our rear gunner. "Okay, Okay," said Pilot V. M. Anders. "Keep your...
...wheels. Thus, the model Hurricane fighter (with rubber tires) which the R.A.F. gave Iraq's seven-year-old King Feisal last year was just right. En route to Feisal last week was another device, a belated Christmas present: a three-foot-long General Grant tank with a swiveling turret. It had wheels in stead of treads, but the chains were gold...
...string, right down the main street. Japanese machine guns were still firing at us. Basye banked steeply so that every gun in our flight could be trained on the machine-gun batteries, and then we let them have it. A flat, scarlet sheet of flame poured down from every turret, every gun of our planes. I could feel our ship rattling, re-echoing the clatter of the guns. Down below...
...Four miles up, R.A.F. raiders circled over northern Italy. Static electricity in the sub-zero night sky flashed brilliantly around their ships. Inches of snow gathered inside one plane's front-gun turret. Again & again the bombers struck at Turin, which had already suffered 23 raids since Mussolini made the error of going to war. Early in the week the bombers lit King Vittorio Emanuele's Royal Arsenal with flames that licked so high that the crimson reflection shimmered on the snowy peaks of the Alps. Back again the next night, they dropped more two-ton bombs into...