Word: infantrymen
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Finally, after a 15-minute pounding, a green flare lit the sky, and the barrage ceased. Communist infantrymen in force dashed 50 yds. closer to the beleaguered village, hit the dirt when a second red flare reopened the mortar barrage. With alternate barrages and infantry rushes, the attackers steadily closed in, got so near the entrenchments that the defenders could hear orders shouted in the Vietnamese, Thai and Kha dialects. Some of the enemy wore the olive drab uniforms of the North Viet Nam army; others the traditional ebony clothing that gives the name of Black Thai to the dissident...
...German commander at Omaha announced victory and began diverting his reserves against the British, U.S. Colonel George A. Taylor ordered an advance: "Now let's get the hell out of here!" Inch by inch, behind accurate naval gunfire, backed up by waves of reinforcement, the U.S. infantrymen pushed back the German defenders...
Pork Chop Hill (Melville; United Artists). Silent over the battlefield hang the stars of a clear spring night. Suddenly a loudspeaker, shockingly close, blares among the forward positions: "WELCOME TO THE MEAT GRINDER!" The U.S. infantrymen, slogging up the lower slopes of Pork Chop Hill in central Korea, skip a heartbeat and a stride, and then move grimly forward-^into the meat grinder. And the audience moves with them into this heart-racking film translation of S.L.A. Marshall's classic report on Pork Chop Hill (TIME, Nov. 19, 1956)-that inopportune Thermopylae where the American fighting man wrote...
There for the next four hours, too weak to raise their rifles, surrounded by several hundred Communist troops, 25 heroic U.S. infantrymen sit caked in blood and sweat and dust, and wait for help to come -wait unaware that all the while, back in the headquarters of the Far East command, a little group of earnest, greying generals are solemnly debating a question that may carry, for the unmilitary observer, some suggestion of the impersonal horror, the mindless irony of war. The question: "Do we really want to hold Pork Chop Hill...
...Khamba encampments, the furious Red Chinese boasted that they had put down the three-day revolt in Lhasa that had served to cover the God-King's escape. Point-blank artillery fire drove diehard lamas from the Norbulingka, summer palace on the city's outskirts. Red infantrymen surged into the vast warrens of the Potala winter palace, rounded up defiant monks in narrow passages and dark rooms where flickering butter lamps made Tibet's grotesque gods and demons seem to caper on the walls. The corpses of hundreds of slain Lhasans lay in the streets and parks...