Word: bullet
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...goner," said President Anastasio Somoza to U.S. Ambassador Thomas Whelan the night Somoza was shot down by a 27-year-old gunman (TIME, Oct. 1). "They got me this time, Tommy," he added. Rushed from Nicaragua to the Canal Zone, the 60-year-old strongman withstood a four-hour bullet-removing operation and later a windpipe incision to ease his labored breathing. But he never fully regained consciousness in the U.S.-owned Gorgas Hospital. Late last week, just seven days after the shooting, he began to sink fast. A few hours later, as he had foreseen, Tacho Somoza...
...fired a volley of shots through the window of the hut. Soldiers who heard the shots gave chase, caught two of the Cypriots, found their revolvers on the ground. The third Cypriot was later flushed out of an acacia tree by an R.A.F. helicopter. Paddy Hale was dead, a bullet through his head...
...their trial the three Cypriots denied carrying arms or killing Hale. But the evidence was against them. They were identified, the fingerprints of one of them corresponded to those on the water glass, the fatal bullet had been fired from one of their guns. Two of the accused, Michael Koutsoftas and Andreas Panayides, were sentenced to die; the third, an 18-year-old, was sent to jail for life. Field Marshal Sir John Harding, determined to crush the EOKA underground, rejected pleas for clemency...
...Sons Take Over. Gunman López Pérez was a slight, short, pencil-mustachioed Nicaraguan who had worked until lately as a salesman of phonograph records in neighboring El Salvador. He could never reveal his motive: witnesses counted 20 bullet holes in his body. But as an occasional contributor to local newspapers, he had left at least one clue that hinted at an obsession for martyrdom. In a piece of literary criticism written ten days before for the León Cronista, López Pérez said: "Immortality is the aim of life and of glorious...
...night last week prosperous Nino Cottone, 52, returning home late, gently backed his little Fiat station wagon into the drive of his summer villa. He had just locked the car when he was bowled along the driveway by two streams of machine-gun bullets. As his family and friends poured out of their houses, Nino painfully lifted up his bullet-ridden body and stumbled to the threshold of his villa, where, leaning against the door, he died on his feet as a good Sicilian should...