another word for trench

Amid the chaotic flux of collapsing empires, no one could sort out what side the latest flood of DPs had been on or where they wanted to go now; their movements were as unpredictable as tidal waves. Some time later we met some Belgian villagers, who showed us, by signs, that they also had seen our wounded being bayoneted by the Germans. Tens of millions of Germans and Japanese were driven from the wreckage of their homes to join the hundreds of millions of people already flooding the roads of Europe and Asia. The Germans were turning the wounded over with their feet and pinning them to the floor with their bayonets. Provocation after fresh provocation, peace conference after failed peace conference, it has its own momentum, like a hurricane of carnage. Millions of Japanese came pouring back into the home islands from the dwindling fringes of the “coprosperity sphere,” but there was nowhere to house them, with so many millions already on the streets because of the firebombings. Our cavalry came up on the left flank to cover our retreat and it was after that when I got separated from my comrades. Immense intake vortices spring up around the core and begin sucking in oxygen from the surrounding atmosphere at hurricane speeds. Such was the discipline of the Axis armies that they went on fighting even in the midst of these cataclysms. I saw the Germans still advancing and sent Dennis, who was with me—he was also a cyclist—back to tell Lieutenant B. Meanwhile the winners, who might earlier have accepted a compromise peace, become so maddened by the refusal of their enemies to stop fighting that they see no reason to settle for anything less than absolute victory. In the eastern provinces of Germany a wave of terror and panic spread through the population as the Red Army at last approached. The Allies routinely dropped incendiary bombs in such great numbers that they created firestorms in cities throughout the Axis countries. They were seen everywhere, trudging away from smoking villages and along the ruined autobahns, across cratered fields and through burned forests. The saga describes a trivial feud in backcountry Iceland that keeps escalating for reasons nobody can understand or resolve until it engulfs the whole of northern Europe. I am pretty confident that it was about that number, but I could not swear to a dozen or any particular number. In this sense the later course of World War II was typical: it kept on escalating, no matter what the strategic situation was, and it grew progressively more violent and uncontrollable long after the outcome was a foregone conclusion. We were retiring from our trenches on the Wednesday and had to leave our wounded behind who could not march. The wise and farseeing hero Njal, who has never met the original feuders and has no idea what their quarrel was about, ultimately meets his appalling death (the Vikings thought there was nothing worse than being burned alive) as part of a chain of ever-larger catastrophes that he can tell is building but is helpless to stop — a fate that seems in the end to be as inevitable as it is inexplicable. I was engaged in carrying the wounded who were still alive into a house and I did not see the body of the wounded soldier afterwards, but I knew he could not possibly be alive. From that winter into the next spring the civilians of Germany and Japan were helpless before a new Allied campaign of systematic aerial bombardment. “DPs,” they were called, displaced persons: interminable lines of refugees carrying a few possessions (a bag of tools, a handful of books, a house cat, a crying baby) in an anonymous stream. I had not had time to do anything for the German prior to his striking me, and I had not aggravated him in any way. Every day brought news of some large-scale atrocity or revealed years of bottomless despair — even now, historians examining newly discovered archives are finding evidence that the Axis occupation was much worse than had been previously imagined. The Red Army murdered more than a million civilians in the eastern provinces of Germany as it marched toward Berlin. t rench extra long trench coat men bottom of marianas trench what was a trench marianas tench service trenches mariana tench marianas trench images mens blue trench coat cheap brown trench coat mens trench coats on sale trench jacket men trenchment long brown coats trench marianas types of trenches picture of mariana trench mariana trunch whats a trench soldiers in trenches another word for trench costume trench coat the deepest trench trench wikipedia single breasted trench coat men in the trench marianas trenc brown pea coat trenches in wwi long mens trench coat

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