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...some Europeans feel that all the laws in the world won't do much to curb Germany's real gun issue: the huge shipments of military-grade firearms, including AK-47s, a terrorist favorite, that make their way into the country each week, often smuggled in from former war zones in Balkan states. Last year, members of the German military were brought to trial and later convicted on smuggling charges, stemming from more than 10,000 counts of illegally handling explosives and 7,000 gun law violations. "Germany has strict laws, but it doesn't really matter," says Peters. "They...
...killed and five injured last week when a patrol of Atta's soldiers tried to stop a group of Mohaqiq's men supposedly stealing a car. The same night, Hazaras also hijacked a taxi and beat its driver, 33-year-old Mauludeen, with the metal butts of their AK-47s. "It's just like it was before the Taliban was here," says the bandaged Mauludeen. "Only if the commanders unite will this violence stop...
...south, in the prison block, the Taliban freed its comrades. Three escaped through a drain under the southern wall; all were soon shot by Alliance soldiers outside the fort. The Taliban fighters, trapped in the southwestern quarter of the fort, stormed a nearby armory, making off with AK-47s, grenades, mines, rocket launchers, mortars and ammunition. Alliance soldiers held on to the southeastern corner, which included an arched gateway, a courtyard and the gatekeeper's house. Other fighters took positions on the north wall and the roof of the main building. A vicious exchange of fire across the grassy parade...
...basement under one pock-marked house, five Taliban fighters were trapped alive. Grenades were thrown in the tiny windows and AK-47s fired after them. With Alliance soldiers too afraid to enter the stables, a tank was brought in, crushing bodies under its tracks before firing five rounds into the block. In a ditch on the main parade ground, a young Taliban fighter, lying sprawled on his side, was still breathing. An Alliance soldier dropped a rock on his head. A few yards away lay a bloodied prayer book...
...That's OK with me. I was across the border at last, heading towards Kandahar. At a roadblock were two authentic Taliban with AK-47s. In a land where all men are obliged by law (and a good beating) to grow a beard two fists long, you can tell the Taliban by their turbans, which are white or a more sinister black. These guys had festooned their rifle straps with ribbons of cassette tape, banned music confiscated from passing cars and buses...