Word: uniformly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...From Cherbourg to Le Havre, thousands of survivors of the Allied forces returned to the Continent last week to recall their roles on Dday, a quarter of a century ago. Lord Lovat, the commando leader, and General Sir Richard Gale, the British airborne commander, were back in uniform to commemorate the day. U.S. General James ("Jumpin' Jim") Gavin, now a corporate executive and persistent Viet Nam critic, chose to sit quietly in his car and greet fel low paratroopers from his old 82nd and the 101st Airborne divisions...
...Navy gun crew to "praise the Lord and pass the ammunition," it seemed appropriate that the slogan be turned into a popular song. But Viet Nam is a different kind of war, and clerical critics-including a few ex-chaplains -are beginning to question whether a minister in uniform can really be honest to God while remaining faithful to the Pentagon. This month several civilian clergymen from San Francisco -after an inspection tour of the stockade at the Presidio-bluntly suggested that military chaplains may have outlived their usefulness...
Sihanouk at first ordained that, to give the operation a bit of class, each bettor must wear a tie. Standards slipped quickly. The basic gaming uniform now is simply shirt, long trousers and shoes. For barefoot peasants who have the dels to gamble, a rent-a-sandal business thrives just outside the casino entrance...
...front of the room sat a handsome old black man in a mason's uniform. Behind him was a cloth-covered casket, surrounded by gay wreaths of flowers. One wreath was in the shape of a clarinet. Another was a mason's insignia. Above the casket was a stained-glass portrait of Jesus, lit from behind. I went up to the casket and looked down. There was a small black man inside it in a mason's uniform. it was George Lewis...
...Where that big fat lazy bastard at?" Booker-T demanded suddenly. "He still inside? Fats! Get out here, man!" Just then, Fats Houston, a tremendous man of maybe 300 pounds, waddled through the door of Buster's in his elaborate Grand Marshal's uniform and blew a burst on his silver whistle...