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...Sabur told TIME, "al-Qaeda opened fire on us with something big." In a mud-brick hut was hidden an antiaircraft gun or mortar. Munitions ripped through the cabin. Sabur took shrapnel in his leg. The convoy returned fire and called in air support. Three helicopters thundered up the canyon, blasting away at enemy positions. A few days later, another Afghan from the convoy showed a TIME reporter the truck, lying on its side in a ditch. "When we'd finished," he said, "all the Arabs were dead." So were three Afghans and one American. Army Chief Warrant Officer Stanley...
Last year, on her first trip to the U.S., Rachel Sabag, an Israeli, went to the predictable tourist spots--San Francisco, Las Vegas and the Grand Canyon. On Oct. 1, 2001, she visited America again--this time to experience the magic of Findlay, Ohio. Sabag, 25, her boyfriend and nine other young Israelis moved into a Findlay apartment complex (45 miles south of Toledo) and signed a six-month lease, but they didn't get to stay long. On Oct. 31 Rachel and her comrades were taken into custody by three dozen federal agents, even though as Israeli Jews they...
...years in Ada, Okla., has done several locum tenens stints through CompHealth. Now he and his wife Frances crisscross the country in a Dodge pickup, towing their one-bedroom, fifth-wheel camper. This summer they camped in the Painted Desert, 70 miles east of the Grand Canyon, while Huneke worked in a government-run Navajo health clinic in Tuba City, Ariz. "It's more challenging," he says, "but really it's more interesting...
...presence and gift for connecting with the audience to flourish. Trapper has a talent of making every person feel as if he is singing directly to her, and—with his startlingly beautiful eyes full of passion—it’s an awesome (in the Grand Canyon sense of the word) feeling. With the Passim seat farthest from the stage still in kiss-blowing range, every audience member will clearly hear Trapper’s phenomenal lyrics...
...summer temperature rises to 38?C as we enter the unshaded canyon. After two sweaty hours we reach Windbox Gorge, the most spectacular section of the trail. Here the path has been chiseled out of the sheer cliff wall; some sections narrow to less than 1 m. To our left, the trail drops nearly 70 m to the rushing waters. There is no handrail, forcing us to move carefully. There are no boats below: it's the first time I've ever been in the Gorges without the accompanying puttering of a motor and chattering tourists. Our solitude is complete...