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...outbreak of gunfire near the presidential palace in Ouagadougou, the capital. Government officials said Sankara was shot to death and hastily buried, along with a dozen others killed in the coup, in a mass grave on the capital's outskirts. Members of the murdered President's family watched the burial in tears. A populist who religiously consulted with village leaders before embarking on new policies, Sankara made personal probity a point of honor in a country that has had more than one corrupt leader since winning independence in 1960. He boasted that he was the world's lowest-paid chief...
...same morning, at an Indian burial site in Cartersville, Ga., 75 believers gathered. They sat in small groups and burned incense and sage. One man produced a tortoiseshell on which he arranged some amethysts. As the darkness dissolved, yoga practitioners began a series of alarming birdlike maneuvers...
Jerry Jamison's junkyard in rural Weld County, Colo., 40 miles northeast of Denver, is called Tire Mountain. But last week it was easy to confuse it with the Great Smokies. One lightning bolt was all it took to transform Jamison's burial ground for dead treads into a conflagration that spewed a plume of black smoke 9,000 feet into the Rocky Mountain sky. An estimated 2 million tires, 40% of Jamison's inventory, blazed over 20 acres, forcing the temporary evacuation of about 25 families. As scores of fire fighters worked the hoses, a U.S. Forest Service plane...
...bulldozers work at the cemetery, carving out new rectangular plots the size of Olympic swimming pools for those slain in battle. Gravediggers say they fill one with bodies in two weeks. The dead arrive so rapidly that pieces of cardboard, usually stapled with photographs of the fallen, mark burial sites until marble slabs can be put in place. Wives and mothers in chadors, the flowing black robes, move silently through the rows of grave markers, washing the dust away from one, squatting silently by another. Hundreds of Iranian flags flutter above in the breeze...
Chris Starkmann went to Viet Nam as innocent as the narrator of Platoon. In this powerful novel, the veteran bitterly recalls the death wish of Ulysses: "Would God I, too, had died there . . . I should have had a soldier's burial and praise." Instead, the madness acquired 14 years earlier has been carried home, slowly eroding his marriage, his job and his life. A soldier is most vulnerable when he feels safest, he drunkenly repeats, and in the rough country of Michigan's Upper Peninsula, where people have "no possibilities, no place to go," Chris comes to believe...