Word: bedrooms
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...wish we could have this event tonight in the Lincoln bedroom," President Clinton told 2,500 gold-plated Democrats who pledged $4 million to their party at a gala dinner last week, "but we did not have enough coffee in the White House." The crowd laughed and clapped at his defiant joke, but Clinton and Democratic heavyweights aren't exchanging many smiles these days...
...wish I'd told her, right to her face, that I loved her. For some reason I never did, or at least not that I can remember. Which is why I'm so glad that in Grandma's last hours of life, as she lay in a hospice bedroom with breathing tubes taped in her mouth, I kissed her on the forehead. I hope she knew...
...attack immediately. They spoke to their colleagues inside, telling them they had 10 minutes to pass the word to the other hostages to get down and take cover. And they had a special request: try to open a heavy, metal-reinforced door leading to the balcony outside the master bedroom. The Peruvians whispered their warnings to the others, including Bolivian Ambassador Jorge Gumucio Granier. The news startled Gumucio, who instantly remembered that the guerrillas had practiced more than 20 times how they would react to a raid--by tossing grenades into the rooms the hostages occupied. Gumucio did not remember...
Commandos poured out of the tunnels, firing as they came. On the balcony outside the master bedroom, the attackers found a wooden outer door still locked, though hostages had opened the inner, metal panel. One rebel fired his AK-47 through the wood and killed Lieut. Colonel Valer. Valer's troops then blew the door open with a grenade and stormed in. Foreign Minister Francisco Tudela van Bruegal-Douglas was wounded in the leg as he escaped. The commandos, intercepting guerrillas coming up from the living room, shot them down on the staircase...
...smoke began to clear inside, the commandos organized a parade of hostages on their hands and knees--like a trail of ants, as one of them put it. They crept to the bedroom balcony and down an outside stairway to safety. "I kept my nose to the ground," says Gumucio, "but I knew at that moment that stopping us was the last thing the rebels could...