When P-51s zoom above him, the plane-crazy boy crash-dives into delirium; his dreams have singed him by flying too close, poisoned him with their oil and cordite.
When British cordite production hopped up to 4,000,000 lb.
In the rifle pits behind the sandbagged perimeter of Plei Me, weary defenders sniffed the sour stench of cordite and unwashed clothes and grumbled about the duty.
Sailors prepare ship in Vallejo for Fleet Week Below deck, down the steep metal stairs, the aroma of saltwater, oil paint, naval fuel and cordite provides a powerful blast of nostalgia to any old sea dog.
Sept. 20, 2013 - The Vacaville Reporter