Word: visional
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...London conference; the grim, plain, unheeded words of our scientists regarding the future of the atomic bomb; the President's absurd advocacy of universal peacetime, military conscription; the stupid reliance of our military leaders on outworn techniques of warfare; the tragic lack of statesmanship, realism and vision on the part of the world's government leaders in spite of the obvious desire of the world's peoples for a genuine peace and not an armed and jittery truce-all these portents mean but one thing: that the Third World War is in the making and can confidently...
...something went wrong with Joe and his vision. In spite of his nightly visitation, he was still just a shabby little boy in a shapeless sweater. He grew sullen and peevish. When photographers took his picture he sometimes grinned and postured, but sometimes he kicked them in the shins or tried to tear up their film. He was not always kind to the people, ill or maimed, who sought his help; once he shouted to a roomful of them: "Get out of here...
...Halt & the Blind. Joe did not quite realize it at first, but there were many other lonely, unhappy or troubled people who also wanted to see a vision. People came to talk to him, and to see the place on the hill. They brought flowers and votive candles, and ailing children and crippled sisters, and the wept-over photographs of sons killed in the war. They watched, hopefully and awestruck, while Joe kept his nightly vigil. The crowd grew; people came from as far away as Cleveland; last week, on the 17th night, 30,000 jammed into the dirty...
...101st Airborne Division, the dreams became obsessions. On Christmas Day at Bastogne, he hunched over in the icy rain to scribble his dreams on paper. As he moved with the 101st across Germany, he kept adding to the list. It finally included every detail of a soldier's vision of heaven...
...hungry, geisha huntin' G.I.s. I'm writing this by the light of a 200-watt reading lamp, on an oaken writing desk, surrounded by large double windows (with glass in them) and sliding doors. This morning I awoke to find an olive-skinned, black-haired, shy young vision of Oriental loveliness, with broom in hand, busily engaged in giving my room, which I share with only two other liberators, a working over. When she became aware of my jaundiced scrutiny there ensued a series of gymnastics similar to that practiced by Stateside home guards during morning calajumpics, which...