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...free for a year's work. Most were desperate to pay bills, to fix up houses, to send kids to college. For some, it was a patriotic duty. But in Iraq, wearing just a Kevlar jacket and helmet for safety, they found themselves in trucks with no armor, ferrying fuel to U.S. troops. They wielded hammers and cans of ravioli to defend themselves. And they came home with nightmares...
...country where foreign businessmen are reluctant to travel even in armor-clad SUVs with security guards, Nick Berg crisscrossed Iraq by hailing cabs and hopping onto buses. Usually clad in a baseball cap and jeans, he made no effort to blend in with the locals as he lugged around sophisticated electronic equipment in search of work. His Arabic was awful, and he had a habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. In January, during his first prospecting trip to Iraq, Berg was picked up during a police sweep in the southern town of Diwaniya, where "there...
...Oregon may not be married forever. Judge Bearden's ruling that the state must recognize the marriages is being contested, and everyone is waiting for the higher courts. But Roey Thorpe got what she wanted: the pro-gay side goes into that case with the p.r. armor of 6,044 happy newlyweds. Those who oppose same-sex marriage must now argue against rights already granted. "I give them credit for achieving that beachhead," says the G.O.P.'s Mannix. "But will that short-term objective be worth weakening their long-term objectives...
...good command structure. Perhaps not as formal as ours but certainly not a bunch of farmers throwing something together." Chachi says the Marines "are under observation pretty much most of the time." At 9 p.m., while some of the men gather outside to smoke and chat, wearing their body armor in the humid night air, three illumination flares float above, followed by three loud detonations. "Is that us or them?" a Marine asks. It's them. "M____________ are illuminating now," someone else says. The enemy is getting professional...
Weighed down by their weapons and body armor, the Marines move on toward a second bunker. It is taken out, and within minutes we are pulling back under fire. We run across a field divided by an irrigation ditch. "Get in that f______ ditch!" an NCO shouts. We sink to our waist in the water, scrabbling for grip in the slippery mud. "Get out of that f______ ditch!" the same NCO yells, just as our feet touch bottom...