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...through in a neighbor's pickup, failed again, but managed to telephone his "get-out" order to the clinic. Helped by deputy sheriffs with boats, the nurses got the patients to the safety of the solidly built parish courthouse. Dr. Clark tried to walk back home, but waist-deep water forced him to shelter in a concrete-block house. Ten hours passed before the water subsided enough for a messenger to get through with the word: Dr. Clark was needed at the courthouse, which was packed with hundreds of survivors, many injured...
...nights in a shelter rigged from signal-flare parachutes, kept their feet warm in below-freezing temperatures by tucking them into an oversized insulated ice bucket. Although Dalton had suffered a head injury in the crash, it seemed minor; they decided to strike out down the slope through the waist-deep snow. Pausing to rest on a ledge, the exhausted couple rigged a shaky windbreak and decided to stay put. There Dalton LeMasurier died of a brain hemorrhage...
...Cover) The deacon raised his hand, and Publius Decius stepped through the baptistry door. Standing waist-deep in the pool was Marcus Vasca the wood-seller. He was smiling as Publius waded into the pool beside him. "Credis . . . ?" he asked...
Gasping for breath, Thomas Dewey Davis, Jr., 25, of 6757 Dartmouth Avenue, Richmond, came up into the light and air again. He stood waist-deep in the electrically heated water of the tiled, floodlit baptismal pool. Above him was a stained-glass window showing Christ and John the Baptist. Next to him in the pool stood a friendly-looking, greying man-the Rev. Theodore Floyd Adams of Richmond's First Baptist Church. There was organ music, and then both the pastor and the new Christian went to change into dry clothes...
Many French officers had high praise for these tough peasant-soldiers who could fight in waist-deep water, buffeted by wind and rain, living on no more than a slim rice ration and an occasional frog caught in the paddyfields. They moved stealthily in and out of the villages, spotting Viet Minh spies, harassing the enemy by night and playing the part of noncombatant peasants by day. In one sector the sister of a priest led a group of women in dark brown cotton uniforms, their large pockets always containing a few hand grenades...