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Completing the Alphabet. General Eisenhower took over three separate U.S. and R.A.F. tactical air forces in North Africa. He soon made them one, and put Coningham in command. Long before, grinning and folding his hairy arms on his chest, Coningham had said: "The Germans know war from A to about Y. They don't know Z." Now he proceeded to teach them something about...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World: Tactician on Top | 8/14/1944 | See Source »

...marine was set down with a shattered kneecap. "Sure, he'll be as good as new," said the doctor, when someone asked if the marine would walk normally. Then came a man who was shot through the thigh, another who had at least five wounds around his chest, neck and right arm, another with a chest wound to whom the doctor said, "What's the matter with you, son?" The boy told him and said he had been shot about noon. "Keep him level," said the doctor, then turned and said, "Apparently he isn't suffering...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: Hospital Ship | 7/31/1944 | See Source »

...felt, he grinned 'Okay! There's not so much of me to hurt now.' There was another kid who was in extremis when we brought him aboard. He had been shot from only a few feet away and he had a big hunk of his chest blown out. He pulled out of it somehow. When we got to talking to him we found that his attitude was one of complete disgust with Jap marksmanship. He said, 'If that had been a marine he would have shot me right square through the forehead...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: Hospital Ship | 7/31/1944 | See Source »

...piece of bread into the hands of her last son, made the sign of the cross above his head, and vanished. Up and down we marched, first through the woods and then through a lunar panorama, of fierce broken crags. We overtook a Partisan soldier, shot through the chest, gasping and struggling toward the nearest wood hospital...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: Down the Blue Hip | 7/31/1944 | See Source »

Maxence d'Entremont was a big, jovial man with a big round head, no hair, a prominent brow, wide shoulders, a deep chest, long legs and almost no neck. When the doorbell rang in the morning he would shout: "The police!" When he led his daughter across the street he would say: "Let's keep together; it will cost them more to run over two persons." He could sketch brilliantly, but would not. He fought 17 duels...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Goodbye, Papa, Goodbye | 7/17/1944 | See Source »

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