phantoms
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phantom oor Kornies
phantom
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Something apparently seen, heard, or sensed, but having no physical reality; a ghost or apparition; something elusive or delusive.
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Phantom
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Nickname of the F-4B jet fighter flown by Marines in Vietnam
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phantom n. tarosvan m. -vadnow BM; gathorn m. d See 'ghost'.
My a vynn gweles!langbot langbot
For it is nothing but a phantom,
Res yw dhymm y wul.langbot langbot
phantom - ghost
A nyns eus dhywgh pluven?langbot langbot
phantom
Yth esov vy ow tybri aval.langbot langbot
phantom - ghost
Ro dhymm gwedrennas a leth.langbot langbot
ghost n. spirit sperys m., pl. spryjyon; spook bòcka /'bʊkɐ/ m. -s d, WJ. KS bucka; night bòcka nos m.; phantom ~ apparition tarosvan m. -vadnow BM; the Holy G. an Sperys Sans BF, WJ
Pyth yw hemma?langbot langbot
phantoms
Pur yeyn yw hi hedhyw.langbot langbot
phantom - ghost
Medhogyon on ni.langbot langbot
The second thing confirmed was that the Americans had indeed come to the aid of the underprepared Australian forces and mention was made of the F4 Phantoms assisting in the fightback. They were now based at the recently ‘liberated’ Point Cook airbase (which has since become another residential suburb of Melbourne). It was safe to assume that one of the Phantoms had been the delivery vehicle for the napalm last night. Final comment in the news item: an outbreak of the infection in Papua New Guinea, a ‘spot-fire’ which had gotten out of hand and, given the mountainous terrain and lack of indigenous forces (and/or modern infrastructure) in that ‘new’ nation, it was not expected to be controlled any time soon. Hmm. Very bad news but ... I’d store that one away for future reference. Okay. Save batteries. Turn of the radio. Break out the cards! I needed to know what was left of my brother, what was left of the guy with whom I had shared all the joys and pains of my young life. I needed to know also how much he could draw on our lifelong empathetic connection – a connection that, I thought, might set him apart from the other undead. I was not nurturing any false hopes, of course. I knew that all his ‘higher functioning’ had ceased along with his ‘vital signs’. That much was clear. But what was really left of Dave? As far as I could see, he had become akin to a particularly blood-thirsty and violent infant – just contained in an adult body. And there definitely still seemed to be some humanity about him – some of his more gentle gestures towards me were solid evidence of this. And I didn’t think this was merely a result of his connection with his living ‘other’, his connection with me. So, the attempt to teach him cards was no mere time-filling diversion – at least, not as far as I was concerned. At first, David merely looked with disdain at the five cards I had dealt to him. He picked one up from the floor, looked at it on both sides and then crumpled it. He dropped the crumpled card. Patiently, I retrieved the card and flattened it out – I did not wish the pack to be incomplete before we had even started.
Ple’ma dha gerens?langbot langbot
“When I saw a US F4 Phantom drop napalm on thousands of my fellow students, burning them all to death in a most painful and horrific way, I knew that it was killing kids that would soon recover – hundreds of them. It was like Dresden. It was like the fire-bombing of Tokyo. Gentlemen, that’s a major war crime. That’s not a battle. That’s not war. That’s why they hanged Generals at Nuremburg!...” Time was indeed short. I could see the guards hurrying to the stage. I had to raise my voice to be heard above the other voices that were now being raised. I started screaming: “...I can’t tell you why your government sent you here. That’s political. But I can tell you that you’ve been sent to war on the basis of a lie! Does that sound familiar? Well, does it? Have you heard of the so-called ‘Gulf of Tonkin Incident’? How many of you have still got brothers risking their lives in ‘Nam because of it? ...” These were the last words I managed to get out before I, too, was hit with a cattle-prod – and screamed very heartily. The hall was in uproar. There was complete pandemonium – just as I’d hoped. The Captain approached my cage as I lay spasming in the floor and hit me with another powerful jolt of electricity from one of the other cattle prods. (Perfect for my plans – but painful all the same.) “Leave him alone, you bastard!” shouted one of the GI’s. “You’re killin’ him!” And, with that, he and several of his buddies rushed on stage to protect me. Cosmic! For an instant, I thought they might actually free me – though that had not been my immediate plan – but the guards drew their side-arms and aimed them squarely at the stage invaders. Sensibly, they retreated. The Captain dropped his prod, came close and looked me in the eye. There was deep hatred in his look. I had wilfully robbed him of his moment of glory. Good. Now to see what the GI’s would do with the (quite plausible) disinformation that I had provided them.
An ydhyn a gana.langbot langbot
Phantoms come indeed
Da yw genev bos omma.langbot langbot
phantom
Homm yw y digen.langbot langbot
phantom - ghost
My a gavas Tony.langbot langbot
At first they felt afraid, away from the shelter of the wood. Far back behind them stood the high place where they had breakfasted. Frodo half expected to see the small distant figure of a horseman on the ridge dark against the sky; but there was no sign of one. The sun escaping from the breaking clouds, as it sank towards the hills they had left, was now shining brightly again. Their fear left them, though they still felt uneasy. But the land became steadily more tame and well-ordered. Soon they came into well-tended fields and meadows: there were hedges and gates and dikes for drainage. Everything seemed quiet and peaceful, just an ordinary corner of the Shire. Their spirits rose with every step. The line of the River grew nearer; and the Black Riders began to seem like phantoms of the woods now left far behind.
Yw res dhymm mos ena?langbot langbot
phantom
My a’th kar.langbot langbot
phantom
Os ta demedhys?langbot langbot
Two of my senses (sight and hearing) were temporarily knocked out but my sense of smell remained intact. That sense almost immediately was, in turn, overwhelmed by the pungent stench of gasoline-laden soot filling the air. Now the military was using napalm, or jellied gasoline, on us! The jet had screamed low over the zombie-filled oval and dumped a single bomb, filled with napalm. (I didn’t get to see the billowing, black mushroom cloud it must have made.) Many of the undead were destroyed instantly. Others, a bit further from the massive blast, were ablaze, running in all directions like so many ancient torches. Still others, even further away, had been splashed by the jellied petrol and suffered serious burns (and were still smouldering). Was it one of ours – a Mirage – or had the Yanks already arrived with F4 Phantoms? I wasn’t sure if a French-made Mirage could deliver a napalm weapon. Napalm wasn’t much favoured by the Aussies in Vietnam but I knew that a Phantom could do the job. This was, of course, an idle speculation on my part since I’d seen precious little of the plane that had stooped out of the night sky and delivered ‘Hell-in-a-Tincan’ to us. It might as well have been a Tiger Moth or a Spitfire. I’d seen this sort of thing on newsreels from the Vietnam War. I confess that I had been more upset by the incineration of living men, women and children – mostly civilians – than by the horror that was now unfolding before me. Still, the high-pitched wailing of hundreds of incandescent zombies is something I’m unlikely ever to forget. Sight and hearing came back to me by degrees. The afterimage of the flash and the loud ringing in my ears were persistent. However, I soon had enough senses about me to continue to put ‘Plan B’ into effect. Poor Meryl had been a resident of St. Hilda’s college. She and a friend had shown me around the place – and generously invited me to partake of the college dinner with them. (Little wonder, now that I think about it, that I naively thought she might be romantically interested in me. But, no, she was just a nice, country girl being friendly.)
Ev a vynn hwath dos.langbot langbot
phantasm n. fantasy fantasy m. -s TH; fansy m. -s WJ; phantom, ghost tarosvan m. -vadnow BM
Ki os ta.langbot langbot
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