Not exact matches
Forty former Bowie students gave their lives during World
War II, most of them as members of Company E,
whose ranks were steadily thinned through the Italian campaign, from Salerno to San Pietro to the slaughter at the Rapido River, where over two days in January 1944 German soldiers killed,
wounded or captured virtually every GI not swept to his death by the current.
But with four minutes to go Alessandro Abbio retrieved Italy's lead with a three - pointer, and the Yugoslavs,
whose training was complicated by the
war over Kosovo and who came to Paris desperate to prevail against a field made up largely of teams from NATO countries,
wound up 71 - 62 losers.
Among them is a portrait by acclaimed
war photographer Don McCullin of Private Johnson Beharry VC,
whose series of brave actions included moving his column out of an ambush and carrying
wounded comrades to safety in Iraq in 2004.
The story of an artist living an idyllic life by the sea,
whose philosophies are shaken to the core by the (implied) onset of World
War III, the film winds its way to a grand conclusion, an image of humble apocalypse that, more than glimpses of the tragedies of war or the destruction of a nuclear holocaust, will stay with you for a lifeti
War III, the film
winds its way to a grand conclusion, an image of humble apocalypse that, more than glimpses of the tragedies of
war or the destruction of a nuclear holocaust, will stay with you for a lifeti
war or the destruction of a nuclear holocaust, will stay with you for a lifetime.
As a depression - prone
war photographer
whose death has sent her husband and two sons into decidedly separate states of emotional denial, she's a dangerous open
wound of a character even from the confines of flashback; at one point Trier closes in on her silent, trembling, feeling - flushed face for what feels like a full exquisite minute, and it's the most riveting moment in the entire film.
As I watched TV reports showing
wind - driven waters sloshing over the floodwalls in several spots around New Orleans today, from a hurricane
whose highest surge missed the city, and as I read John Schwartz's sobering report from the Army Corps of Engineers
war room, I couldn't help returning to a question that has dogged me since I wrote about the swamping of that storied city in 2005 by Hurricane Katrina — which, like Gustav, was not even close to a worst - case storm.