Word: burrows
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Froncek's bunker stands a six-foot-high handmade catapult, which he smilingly explains is "a last-ditch weapon in case we are overrun." Not far away stands a siren that is no joke. Should the base ever be overrun, it will scream a signal to everyone to burrow deep down inside their bunkers. Then all the other U.S. artillery bases within range will wheel their guns around to fire on Gio Linh itself in an attempt to blast the North Vietnamese right off the backs of the defenders...
...began, only three have managed to escape.*The problem is not so much one of harsh prison security, as it was for flyers clowned by the Nazis during World War II. Rather, it is the harshness of the country itself. An escapee from a Southeast Asian prison camp must burrow through rotting rain forests, fight off swarms of bugs, swim mighty, mud-thick rivers that cut between the region's steep mountains, and find a way to signal the U.S. rescue planes that orbit high over the jungle. Last week the most recent escapee told a harrowing tale...
...already en route to the airport with their luggage. Carrying a wad of traveler's checks courtesy of some big foundation or Government agency, today's academician is off to dispense advice to a foreign government, finish a book in the splendor of the English countryside, burrow in the site of an ancient ruin, or pursue his research to tropical Islands, glacial lakes, laboratory ships, remote capitals or perhaps even the Great Barrier Reef...
...APCs churn forward once more. In their wake comes a line of bulldozers. They level anything still standing. What was once a good-size jungle becomes a desert piled with brush. Occasionally, there is an enormous explosion as "the tunnel rats," having excavated a Viet Cong burrow, blow it up. When it is all over, only the stench of cordite mingling with Cu Chi's grey dust and the drifting blue smoke of bombs lingers over the desolation. Cu Chi will not soon harbor Viet Cong again, at least...
Abraham Moles's newly translated Information Theory and Esthetic Perception is a book with one interesting idea, which emerges, crablike, from the murky burrow of Chapter Five. The idea is that realizations of a work of art--the performances of a symphony or play--are not uniquely determined by the output of the composer or author, but vary from one occasion to another, so that people like to hear Beethoven's Fifth Symphony or see Hamlet even when they know the notes or lines by heart...