What is "militiaman"

Usage examples of "militiaman".

Before the apathetic, confused militiamen could step up to the boy, the whole deck became a buzzing hive.

The Otter is very recognizable, and if any fishing-boat or aviso or watchman on the cliffs sees her standing in, then every soldier and militiaman on the island will be running about, shooting the first thing that stirs.

The door moved to close, but before it did a group of militiamen stood enframed against the outer green light.

SEPTEMBER 1941, German SS troops, assisted by Ukrainian militiamen, gunned down 34,000 Jews at a place called Babi Yar.

But a moment later he was an integral part of the crowd, indistinguishable from any of the healthy cells in the organism, attracting no interest from the phagocyte militiamen or the other cells beside him.

The next morning, Palestinian guerrillas backed by Muslim militiamen fought pitched battles in the streets of Beirut with Christians from the Phalangist and Tigers militias.

He had gone as far as the Kuwaiti embassy traffic circle, which overlooked Shatila from the west, and found a group of Phalangist militiamen relaxing, being fed and provided for by a group of Israeli soldiers.

The pointman led the line of militiamen and Americans through corridors, along fallen girders, across rows of crates.

They looked to see issue some sailor seized for whistling of a Sabbath, some profane peasant who had presumed to wear pattens in church, some profaner peasant who had not doffed his hat to the Connetable, or some slip-shod militiaman who had gone to parade in his sabots, thereby offending the red-robed dignity of the Royal Court.

Trent said, standing before a newly-dedicated monument to Revolutionary War Militiamen in Brandywine, Pennsylvania.

Behind, before, and on both sides, crowds of militiamen with bared heads walked, ran, and bowed to the ground.

Walter in this guise, so had used one of the oldest tricks in the book: calling his insulting greeting to every Druze militiaman he found.

When he had ascended the hill and reached the little village street, he saw for the first time peasant militiamen in their white shirts and with crosses on their caps, who, talking and laughing loudly, animated and perspiring, were at work on a huge knoll overgrown with grass to the right of the road.

More Militiamen stood there, alert as the exiles were freed and herded to the hold.

Indeed, the last had featured red-coated Militiamen and faceless, black-clad Inquisitors, and had brought him gasping up from sleep to stare wild-eyed around his crib, his chest heaving as he anticipated the pounding on his door, the shouts of warning.