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Как оформить приложение к курсовой или дипломной работе?

Как оформить приложение к курсовой или дипломной работе?

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Выборка примеров из романа Г. Мура и Дж. Гэлловэйя We were soldiers once ... and young для исследования структурно-семантических особенностей военной терминологии


We were members of an elite, experimental combat division trained in the new art of airmobile warfare at the behest of President John F. Kennedy [103, с. 1].

Just before we shipped out to Vietnam the Army handed us the colors of the historic 1st Cavalry Division and we all proudly sewed on the big yellow-and-black shoulder patches with the horsehead silhouette [103, с. 1].


There were also the young enlisted men and NCOs who passed through Officer Candidate School and emerged newly minted officers and gentlemen [103, с. 2].

All laughed nervously when confronted with the cold statistics that measured a second lieutenant’s combat life expectancy in minutes and seconds, not hours [103, с. 2].


Among us were old veterans, grizzled sergeants who had fought in Europe and the Pacific in World War II and had survived the frozen hell of Korea, and now were about to add another star to their Combat Infantryman’s Badge [103, с. 2].

John F. Kennedy waited for us on a hill in Arlington National Cemetery, and in time we came by the thousands to fill those slopes with our white marble markers and to ask on the murmur of the wind if that was truly the future he had envisioned for us [103, с. 2].


All the names, 305 of them including one Air Force pilot, are engraved on the third panel to the right of the apex, Panel 3-East, of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington, D.C., and on our hearts [103, с. 3].

That is more Americans than were killed in any regiment, North or South, at the Battle of Gettysburg, and far more than were killed in combat in the entire Persian Gulf War [103, с. 3].


His vision centered on the helicopter, that ungainly bumblebee, which made a very limited combat debut in Korea, principally hauling wounded to the rear two at a time [103, с. 7].

By early 1966, the North Vietnamese commanders were certain, South Vietnam would be cut in two and trembling on the verge of surrender [103, с. 9].


The badly wounded Captain Bob Edwards was now on the radio, asking for reinforcements [103, с. 6].

Second place in our line of work is defeat of the unit on the battlefield, and death for the individual in combat  [103, с. 13].


Once the ARVN relief forces were destroyed and Plei Me camp crushed, the victorious North Vietnamese army regiments would then take Pleiku city and the way would be clear to advance along Route 19 toward Qui Nhon and the South China Sea  [103, с. 9].

Two batteries of 105mm howitzers, twelve big guns located on another landing zone five miles distant, were firing nonstop, their shells exploding no more than fifty yards outside the ring of shallow foxholes [103, с. 6].


Another bullet cut off the metal clamp on my chin strap and knocked off my helmet [103, с. 5].

Poley says, “When I got up something hit me real hard on the back of my neck, knocked my head forward and my helmet fell off in the foxhole” [103, с. 5].


Just then two stick grenades blew up right over me and tore up both my legs [103, с. 3].

I remember the artillery, the bombs, the napalm everywhere, real close around me [103, с. 6].


He also caught some shrapnel from an M-79 that the North Vietnamese had apparently captured and were firing into the trees above us [103, с. 5].

“We lay there watching bullets kick dirt off the small parapet around the edge of the hole,” Edwards recalls [103, с. 3].


There were other young men who chose the Army over an equal term in prison [103, с. 2].

The PFCs soldiered for $99.37 a month; the sergeants first class for $343.50 a month [103, с. 2].


We were draftees, most of us, but we were proud of the opportunity to serve that country just as our fathers had served in World War II and our older brothers in Korea [103, с. 1].

James Comer and Clinton Poley, thirty feet to Jemison’s left, had been firing their M-60 machine gun for almost an hour, an eternity  [103, с. 5].


He got up, more slowly now, and went back to firing his M-16  [103, с. 5].

I thought a guy had snuck up behind me and hit me with the butt of a weapon, it was such a blow [103, с. 5].


Seventy more of our comrades died in the Ia Drang in desperate skirmishes before and after the big battles at X-Ray and Albany [103, с. 2].

We wanted to draw American units into contact for purposes of learning how to fight them  [103, с. 11].


Those who hated it the most – the professionally sensitive – were not, in the end, sensitive enough to differentiate between the war and the soldiers who had been ordered to fight it [103, с. 2].

Senior General Chu Huy Man, who commanded the campaign, says that in June 1965, the People’s Army high command decided to postpone the audacious plan to seize the Central Highlands and attack down Route 19 to the coast [103, с. 10].


On November 3, General Dick Knowles directed Colonel Stockton to begin a reconnaissance in force on a specific trail running along the Ia Drang two miles inside the border [103, с. 20].

Major General Hoang Phuong, now chief of the Institute of Military History in Hanoi and a veteran of the Ia Drang battles, recalls: “Headquarters decided we had to prepare very carefully to fight the Americans.” [103, с. 11].


By late May, battalion, brigade, and division commanders and staff were reporting to heavily guarded classrooms at the Infantry School in Fort Benning, Georgia, for top-secret map exercises [103, с. 11].

In the summer of 1957, Lieutenant General James M. Gavin, who won early fame and swift promotion with the 82nd Airborne Division in World War II, was chief of research and development for the Army [103, с. 7].


There would be no mobilization of reserve and National Guard units; no declaration of a state of emergency that would permit the Army to extend for the duration the enlistments of the best-trained and most experienced soldiers [103, с. 10].

Beside me in the battalion command post, the Air Force forward air controller, Lieutenant Charlie W. Hastings, twenty-six, from La Mesa, New Mexico, radioed a special code word, “Broken Arrow,” meaning “American unit in danger of being overrun,” … [103, с. 6]. 


With the U.S. Marines beginning combat operations in the northern part of South Vietnam, and the newly arrived 173rd Airborne Brigade now operating in the central part of the country, Hanoi’s military planners were forced to take a new look at the winterspring campaign planned for Pleiku province [103, с. 10].

So this story is about the smaller, more tightly focused “we” of that sentence: the first American combat troops, who boarded World War II-era troopships, sailed to that little-known place, and fought the first major battle of a conflict that would drag on for ten long years and come as near to destroying America as it did to de- stroying Vietnam [103, с. 1].


In the Ia Drang, both sides claimed victory and both sides drew lessons, some of them dangerously deceptive, which echoed and resonated throughout the decade of bloody fighting and bitter sacrifice that was to come [103, с. 1].

He also caught some shrapnel from an M-79 that the North Vietnamese had apparently captured and were firing into the trees above us [103, с. 5].


 The new plan would follow the opening sequence of the original: The People’s Army forces would lay siege to Plei Me Special Forces Camp… [103, с. 10].

Specialist Ernest E. Paolone of Chicago, the radio operator, crouched low, bleeding from a shrapnel wound in his left forearm [103, с. 3].


He told the world that Americans would “pay any price, bear any bur- den, meet any hardship” in the defense of freedom [103, с. 2].

In battle our world shrank to the man on our left and the man on our right and the enemy all around [103, с. 1].


There were regular – army enlistees, young men from America’s small towns whose fathers told them they would learn discipline and become real men in the Army [103, с. 2].

As the years passed we searched each other out and found that the half-remembered pride of service was shared by those who had shared everything else with us [103, с. 2].


While those who have never known war may fail to see the logic, this story also stands as tribute to the hundreds of young men of the 320th, 33rd, and 66th Regiments of the People’s Army of Vietnam who died by our hand in that place [103, с. 3].

The furious assault by more than five hundred North Vietnamese regulars had slammed directly into two of Captain Edwards’s platoons, a thin line of fifty Cavalry troopers who were all that stood between the enemy… [103, с. 3].



Sergeant Hermon R. Hostuttler, twenty-five, from Terra Alta, West Virginia, lay crumpled in the red dirt, dead from an AK-47 round through his throat [103, с. 3].

The two platoon leaders I had radio contact with, Lieutenant William W. Franklin on my right and Lieutenant James L. Lane on Franklin’s right, continued to report receiving fire, but had not been penetrated [103, с. 3].

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