Word: wheel
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Dusty History. By this week it appeared that Berlin's envelopment and destruction would have to be total. Fear-crazed men fought beside the fanatics as the teeth of the clamp bit deeper by the hour. Now the Russians were on the main spokes of the wheel of Chaussees and wide Strassen that led to the hub at Alexander Platz. From Weissensee and Pankow they bit in toward the big Sportspalast, where Adolf Hitler had recited much of the history that now had turned to bitter dust...
Franklin Roosevelt's wheel chair stood near the wall. Chairs had been arranged, a small lectern, and a piano. The warm, flower-scented room filled with Franklin Roosevelt's family and friends, the top men of the U.S., representatives of the foreign world-the new President, Harry Truman, the cabinet, Britain's Anthony Eden, Russia's Andrei Gromyko, King Ibn Saud's son Emir Faisal, stately in an Arab burnoose. The pianist struck a chord, the mourners stood to sing the hymn, "Eternal Father, Strong to Save...
...this international battledore, all sorts of shuttlecock expressions have cropped up. An instructor picked up the French word for take-off-decoler, now tells his students, "O.K., let's decolate." One student wrote on a plane's maintenance report: "Tail wheel crazy." Another promised to reprove a third trainee for carelessness: "I'll give to him the hell...
...Wheel. Why had it taken so long, been so difficult to agree on Germany's postwar fate? The easy alternatives-a "hard" or "soft" peace-missed the nub of the problem. In principle, everyone wanted the peace to be hard. The real nub was that Germany-even that smoking ruin-was still Europe's hub. Bombs had not budged it from the Continent's rich center. More than half its industries were workable; of those not working more were damaged than actually demolished...
...came a long row of throbbing tanks moving like heavy dark beetles over the green cabbage fields of Germany in a wide swath-many, many tanks in a single row abreast. Then, a suitable distance behind, came another great echelon of tanks even broader, out of which groups would wheel from their brown mud tracks in green fields to encircle and smash fire at some stubborn strong point. Behind this came miles of trucks full of troops, maneuvering perfectly to mop up bypassed tough spots. Then came the field artillery to pound hard knots into submission. From the flanks sped...