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...vacationing golfers shouldn't expect Pebble Beach. The Kabul club was built in 1967, when Afghanistan was a relaxed kingdom with movie theaters, women wearing short skirts and plenty of Western tourists. After the U.S.S.R. invaded, its army dug in near the seventh hole, and the course became a battlefield, with mujahedin fighters attacking from the hills above. The Soviets arrested the local pro, Mohammed Afzal Abdul, for being a U.S. spy; his interrogators said it was because golf was such a capitalist, bourgeois sport. After fleeing to Pakistan, Afzal returned to Kabul shortly before the Taliban seized power...
...Pentagon has taken steps to prevent a recurrence of Gulf War Syndrome. Many experts believes its myriad of symptoms- pain, fatigue, diarrhea and cognitive impairment, among others-is linked to the toxic chemical soup, including Saddam Hussein's stockpiles of nerve agents destroyed by U.S. forces, that contaminated the battlefield in the 1990-91 conflict. "We've done quite a lot more to set up preventive health systems-monitoring of soil, water, air and just ongoing monitoring of the environment to ensure as best we can that people avoid things, either infectious agent or toxins or any kind of exposures...
...strategies crashed and burned. Innovative advertising often pays off. Both shows premiered remarkably well, “Earl” winning its timeslot and “Supernatural” finishing first among the WB’s key 12-34 demographic. Yet does this brief success on the battlefield condone the killing of our soul...
...been viewed 137,360 times and its 19 photographs of severed and mutilated bodies have solicited such comments as “sux to be them,” “wickked pics just wickked,” and “the U.S. chose the battlefield, not the battle…better there than here.” Post by post, these strands stumble through ethics, politics, and culture. With moral reasoning and journalistic integrity suspended for the sake of sexual gratification, the boundary between lust and real life becomes infinitely unbridgeable—what swells beneath does...
...wonders of the palace are fairly ceaseless. There's a massive subterranean layer where wines were stored and baths taken. Just off the duke's study are two alcoves: the Temple of the Muses and the Chapel of Forgiveness. (Between his battlefield deeds and the generally agreed-upon fact that Federico was complicit in his half-brother's rubout, there was much to absolve.) I sat on the floor in both rooms and absorbed the feel of history, whistling to hear the little echoes and gently rubbing my hands over the stone floors. Maybe I was being a tad presumptuous...