Word: tip
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Power. From the beginning the British had especially admired the Mustang's lovely lines and the aerodynamic efficiency of its sharp-edged "laminar flow" wing. More than a year ago they tried stepping the plane up with a more powerful engine, and passed the tip on to the U.S. Air Forces, which took up the same experiment. The present P-51B is ail-American except for the design of its 1,500-h.p. Packard-built Rolls-Royce Merlin engine (same type used in the latest Spitfires). It chews the air with a four-bladed propeller, has a two-speed...
...Britain. General MacArthur's men (Marine veterans of Guadalcanal) had won their objective on New Britain's western tip: the Japs' two Cape Gloucester air strips, 250 miles from Rabaul. With an accurate pre-invasion bombardment, with Sherman tanks, heavy artillery and pillbox-killing flamethrowers, they had overwhelmed the Jap defenses in four days and a few hours. Now they pressed into the jungle hinterland, where a Jap remnant had dragged artillery to shell the airfield. Enemy resistance was fanatic. At this spot alone, almost 1,000 Japs were slain, many in suicidal counterattacks. Reported Navy Secretary...
...face this invading purple juggernaut Harvard will be able to field a complete squad in tip-top condition. They sparked as a unit for the first time all season in the last half of the Yale game, three weeks ago, and they have had these weeks in which to whip themselves into condition for this skirmish...
Prize: An Airfield. From their beachheads the Marines plunged along jungle trails to the main Jap positions. At Cape Gloucester the Japs had hacked a pattern of runways through the coconut groves, had built a staging point for barges bound from Rabaul, on New Britain's northeast tip, to outposts in northern New Guinea...
Next morning the huntress was near her best stalking ground. That afternoon she made her strike and closed, somewhere above the Nordkapp (North Cape), on the uppermost tip of Norway. But she found a battle, not a slaughter. The convoy she fell in with was under escort of strong forces of the British Home Fleet. Then began a long, furious, desperate running fight, as the hostile ships turned and maneuvered, while big guns thundered and baleful orange flashes cut through the grey atmosphere. Darkness brought no respite; the killers closed in; some hours later the proud Scharnhorst took her death...