He said he had been strung up by his feet for what seemed like an hour and a half as American soldiers swung him about.

The soldier in the tank was swinging the big gun round.

One soldier swung so hard, his blade stuck in the shield's rim.

The soldier swung around again, the comfortable look going the way of the grin and the laughter.

Even as she started forth, the soldier behind her swung his sword.

He realized that the soldier behind must have swung to behead him.

The soldier swung again, this time aiming for the head.

The soldier swung his rifle around, but paused when he saw it wasn't a guerrilla.

The four soldiers swung toward the women, moving in on them in a body.

Now the first soldier swung his leg over the ridge of the roof and was starting to come down toward her.