Word: walle
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Bald, 50-year-old Bob Lovett, World War I veteran, Wall Street businessman, and articulate advocate of air power, had also served five years. He reorganized and even achieved partial autonomy for the A.A.F. He has been the Air Forces' most successful salesman, both in brass-hat circles and Congressional committee rooms, and a crack administrater of A.A.F. into the bargain...
National Government troops in pastel green uniforms shop for meat and vegetables on the streets of Suichung, some 30 miles northeast of the famed Chang Chen (The Great Wall). A Cantonese soldier, who looks everlastingly cold in Manchuria's November weather, carries a bunch of celery under his arm. Another plods across a field where white sheep graze on sparse brown stubble, with a pair of unwrapped pigs' feet dangling in one hand...
...there is a front, somewhere ahead. Quick-eyed, shrewd little Lieut. General Tu Liming, commander of the Manchurian expedition, finds the Communists neither well-trained nor well-disciplined. Of the battle at Shankaikwan, which breached the Great Wall, he says: "It was only a skirmish." General Tu expects to reach Mukden (190 miles from Suichung) within two weeks. By week's end, his troops lunged 60 miles forward to Chinhsien, a key rail junction, where the Communists had tried to dig in. General Tu is almost certainly overconfident; he expects to have all Manchuria under control by Christmas...
Rice and flour have been coming to General Tu's armies from Shanghai through the port of Chinwangtao. Supplies started moving north this week beyond the Great Wall over the Peiping-Mukden railroad, which so far has suffered relatively minor damage. At Mukden there will be more rice and flour, unless the Russians or Communists have cleared them out. If heavy fighting develops, ammunition supplies will be another problem: ammunition must still come up from the south...
...witnesses in on three sides, like a symphony orchestra around its conductor, scribbled amid a litter of handouts, maps, yellow copy paper, overflowing ashtrays. Under the tables their shifting feet smudged their piled-up coats and hats. Off to one side were 18 radio reporters sitting along the wall; behind them were the newsreel boys, their cameras whirring monotonously...