The commander watched me while I paid my respects to it.
My commander watches the exodus in silence for 5.8 seconds, then issues rapid commands.
Slowly with his forefinger he traced the course while the commander watched, narrow-eyed.
His bones felt like gelatin, and he wanted desperately to slump into a chair somewhere, but not while the commander was watching.
As the crew finished securing all their experiments, the commander watched the approaching coast of Israel.
The two commanders watched the others file out.
American commanders watched on video cameras while a daring raid rescued the soldier.
He looked up, suddenly relieved of his torment, and saw that the commander was watching him.
The commander watched them, on his face the blankness of unwillingness to believe.
Though his eyes did not narrow in fear, the commander watched him warily, giving no resistance to the mauling.
