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...Instead, he looks hapless before the specter of a nuclear-armed militant clerical regime that looms beneath the veil of a peaceful nuclear energy project. Putin's massive supplies of conventional weapons to Iran, including air defense missiles and armor, have strengthened that specter - much to Russia's own peril...
...humvee, second in a convoy of five from the 3rd Battalion, 116th Cavalry, deviated ever so slightly from the tracks of the one in front, he says, setting off an antitank mine. The blast blew through the engine block with such force that the armor plating jury-rigged to the floor shattered his ankles instantly. Shrapnel sliced into his left arm, cutting an artery. He would have bled to death right there if three fellow soldiers hadn't rushed him to the field operating room in a record 13 minutes. Military doctors--astonished Braddock had survived--pulled a blood vessel...
Only later, when he woke up, did he learn that the armor plating he had been wearing on his chest had saved him from a large piece of shrapnel. "If I hadn't had body armor, I'd be dead," he says. Braddock got a Purple Heart, and he and his buddies--Specialist Josiah Jurich, Sergeant Charles Jordan and Staff Sergeant Marvin Albert II--were all awarded Bronze Stars. He was alive, with just one small regret. "They burned my helmet and Kevlar vest." O.K., two regrets. "I wanted a cool scar, like this," says Braddock, slashing his hand across...
Humor has been his armor throughout recovery. Sure, there was a lot of griping and yelling too, to hear him tell it. It started two weeks after the aborted scouting mission when a doctor at Madigan Army Medical Center at Fort Lewis, Wash., told him that both his legs would have to be amputated. "I wanted to throw a rock at him," says Braddock. He got a second opinion--an extra effort that saved one leg but not the other. Before he went into surgery, he painted a dotted line and scissors on the bad leg and wrote, "Cut here...
...knight with-out armor in a savage land," the theme song said. Paladin was a good guy who dressed in black, dispensing bullets, beatings and quotes from Shakespeare with equal facility. As incarnated by Richard Boone, whose dandyish mustache and amused baritone voice lent ironic counterpoint to a face that looked as if it had just lost six barroom brawls, Paladin was the hired gun as moral arbiter. He needed no supporting cast to cheer on or question his decisions; he already had the writers and directors to make this series the best in the West...