cordite
कॉर्डीट
translation of 'cordite'
धूमरहित विस्फोटक पदार्थ
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People heard the explosion, said they could smell 'cordite' in the air.
In the munitions factories, great care was needed not to cause any sparks while making 'cordite' using nitroglycerin - and the workers also needed to be sober.
I could smell grease and 'cordite' and something else now - smoke!
One reader suggested that 'cordite' and other chemicals released in the course of a high-powered conventional assault on the city could not be good for a person.
The allusion to smoke and the smell of 'cordite' after a massive explosion feels clear.
And though American males have long been associated with guns, we in Britain tend to forget that women in America are equally seduced by cold steel and 'cordite' .
The irony is that the German breweries rendered idle by Pasteur's strategy were adapted to manufacture acetone for 'cordite' production.
Just to starboard is a tangled pile of 'cordite' , a propellant for the shells.
There are still traces of the Volnay's cargo of munitions scattered about the hold areas: rusting steel warheads, balls of lead shot and sticks of 'cordite' looking like wholemeal spaghetti.
The engine came unglued and the cockpit filled up with smoke and the smell of 'cordite' .
It is thought faulty 'cordite' caused the series of explosions which tore through the ship, raining debris down up to four miles away.
In an old box used to transport artillery shells, the soldiers found strips of highly explosive 'cordite' that had been emptied out of artillery shells.
The stench of 'cordite' hanging in the air, burning my nostrils.
He also coinvented the explosive powder 'cordite' and even worked in collaboration with legendary chemist Pierre Curie.
Sobrero's substance also found use as a key ingredient in two smokeless powders, ballistic and 'cordite' , from which all modern bullets derive their construction.
As I found it and stood up, William was standing next to me holding a length of 'cordite' in his right hand, and some fairly evil looking mini-explosives in his left.
My burst shattered the wall above his head as he took the stairs full tilt; sending wood chips flying, half-deafening me and filling the tiny hallway with the acrid stench of 'cordite' and hot lead.
The stench filled the room, overwhelming even the acrid smell of 'cordite' as I walked to the door, raised my rifle and for the first time in my life, I fired a weapon in anger.
I love the smell of burnt feathers and gunpowder and 'cordite' !
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