Word: answer
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Dates: during 1940-1940
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...Boyd never got a reply. Months went by. Mr. Boyd, still convinced he had a good idea, wrote to Ambassador Joseph Kennedy, who had arrived from London on a furlough, again outlined his plan. It is also customary for ambassadors to answer their mail. But again there was no reply. Once more Mr. Boyd tried. This time he wrote to Stephen Early, White House secretary, who gets plenty of mail, distributes it to various departments and secretaries. But Mr. Early seemed to have joined a conspiracy of silence...
...even Maury Maverick succumbed to the pall that hung over Chicago. Said he, surveying the lacklustre scenes at the Stevens hotel ("World's Greatest"), where the National Committee was quartered: "This convention is like a mystery story in which everybody knows the answer to the mystery...
Columnist Williams continued to demand an independent air force and above all a unified Defense plan for all services, meantime asked by what right the Navy Department (which includes the Marine Corps) undertook to censor his civilian writings. For answer he got a weaseling memo, finding in one paragraph that as an inactive reservist he was not subject to control, in the next that by "custom and usage" he was under the Navy thumb. Replied Al Williams: "I tender my resignation quietly and without publication. . . . My services will always be at the command of the U. S. Marine Corps...
From Oran's harbor, below the frowning heights of Algeria's Jebel Murjajo, Britain got her full answer. It came with fearful finality. The question that Britain had faced was: What if France should lose? From some of France's politicians-well-intentioned poltroons, strong-minded pro-Nazis and plain defeatists-already had come the civilian's answer: ignominious surrender...
...down in the blood of a thousand French gobs, gay in their red pompons and striped shirts, who had frolicked with British seamen on shore leave below Oran's quake-shattered Kasbah. It was put down in the hulk of the Dunkerque, France's answer to Germany's pocket battleships, now beached and battered by British bombs on the Barbary coast. It was repeated in the draggle-tailed flight of the crippled Strasbourg to Toulon, in the smashed hulks of four other men-of-war, in the sullen disarmament of the French squadron under British guns...