Word: air
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...NATO slamming 20,000 bombs and missiles into Yugoslavia can come to a merciful end. Bill Clinton proves--again--to be the luckiest President alive. At nearly the exact moment that Clinton gathered the Joint Chiefs to confront the unpalatable implications of a ground war to salvage the stalemated air campaign, Milosevic handed him victory...
...alliance can be proud it hung together, stuck to its demands and lost not a single soldier in combat--an amazing, unprecedented zero. The West stood up against the obscene barbarism of "ethnic cleansing," drawing moral lines for the world. Serbia's war machine has been mutilated. Air power vindicated itself...
...would be wrong to exult. NATO miscalculated when it entered the war and waged it with self-imposed limits. The armed confrontation failed in its primary aim. Air strikes were undertaken to save Kosovo's Albanians from Serbian wrath, but the offensive that NATO launched gave Milosevic the opening to rampage through the province. It took 72 days of death and destruction to arrive back where the combatants had started: at the original precarious prescription for safeguarding the Kosovars. Except that now 855,000 of them have been expelled from their wasted homeland, thousands have died, and untold others have...
...ambiguities over Kosovo's political structures are especially ripe for the sort of chiseling Milosevic does so well. But for the moment, the time had come to cut his losses. It had been easy to ride out the first 30 days of air strikes, when bad weather and alliance timidity limited the damage Serbia suffered. But "he was feeling the pain" in the second month, says a U.S. intelligence officer, as NATO racked up 350 attack sorties every 24 hours. Bombs and missiles had blitzed much of Serbia's heavy industry, energy sector and transport network. Citizen morale crumbled under...
...moment he clicked on Send, the entire Microsoft campus in Redmond, Wash., went dark. And the darkness was very great. The a.c. shuddered to a halt. He heard his employees keening and wailing over lost data. His office was filled with creeping things and birds of the air. Beads of sweat dripped from his nose. Acrid smells drifted in, the website burning after a multitude of hits by Hittites, and he heard the clatter of hooves: a herd of crazed swine trotted down the hall, little pink eyes aglow, pagers clipped to their ears. On his way out, he touched...