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...With a roar and a burst of flame his sleek P39 crashed among the houses of Hempstead (pop: 21,000), south of the air base. Mothers' cries, neighbors' shouts told the incoherent rest of the story of one of the saddest crashes in history. The P39 had fallen near three children at play, doused them with flaming gasoline. That day they died...
...touch of a button her blond, urbane skipper, Captain Olaf Mandt Hustvedt, gave her the works. Her answer was a belching, searing flame, the shattering roar of the heaviest broadside ever fired by any warship of any Navy on any sea. All nine of the 16-in. guns in her main battery, tripled in turrets each of which weighs more than many a destroyer, answered the Old Man. Ten of her secondary battery of 20 five-inchers simultaneously blasted the night. North Carolina took it as it came, shook her head and plowed...
From North Carolina's port side burst a flaming earthquake-a roar that shattered its way to the marrow of man, a lurid flame that seemed to lick the water for hundreds of yards and lift itself above the ranging top of the foremast. The deck slid to starboard, oscillated to port, leveled off handily, rode steady again...
Dive Bomber has all the flying an aviation cinemaddict can take at one sitting. Fleets of new and old-type multi-colored Navy bombers, fighters and patrol ships continuously roar down the sound track, in and out of formation. All's well with today's Navy-save one thing: Flyers Flynn and MacMurray are so absorbed in their work that they let big, blonde, beauteous Alexis Smith, the heroine of the picture, wander off in the end with the Marines...
Lincoln and his Cabinet received the news of the Union defeat at Scott's headquarters. Then "above the hissing of the gas jets . . . another sound seemed to fill the bare little room-the roar of a mob in flight." "Hour after hour, the crowds stood . . . the Avenue solidly packed from the Capitol to the Treasury [over a mile]. In the small hours of the morning, they were still there; the population of a doomed city, listening for the thundering guns, the pounding cavalry, the shouts of the victorious rebel army." It never came. The Second Invasion. Instead, McClellan came...