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...mark a bloody return home for some of the world's most hardened Islamist terrorists. Peace between Egypt and Israel was the issue over which Egyptian Islamic Jihad announced itself to the world, through the 1981 assassination of President Anwar Sadat. A combination of harsh repression and a conscious decision to "export" the problem by shipping off radical Islamists by the planeload to Afghanistan to wage jihad against the Soviets blunted much of Islamic Jihad's impact inside Egypt, although both Jihad and the Gama'a took up a more bloody domestic campaign in the 1990s was eventually crushed...
Chris: As if granola didn’t evoke enough images of dirt-encrusted, tree-hugging hippies, they had to throw in “hemp” to alienate the non-Phish-listening sector of the health-conscious crowd. To the cereal’s credit, my roommate claims that if you aggressively consume all of the available Hemp Granola in the dining hall you can sort of get high. Or at least so full that you feel weird...
...more Marines pull a semi-conscious older man - not the boy's father - from one of the cars. His shirt soaked with blood, he's been shot in the jaw, the lower left side of his face torn apart. Lance Corporal Nathaniel Bitsui, having just tended to the boy's leg, now presses bandages against the wound and tries to get an IV into his arm as squad leaders call for an ambulance. Emitting raspy moans, the man stares beseechingly at Bitsui, who cannot get the needle into the man's collapsing veins. A Marine ambulance arrives shortly and takes...
...what might just be our VIP pass into the shitstorm?”. He has the mentality and combat skills of a commando, but the profession and body art of a hipster. Larson’s real physical courage is entirely at odds with his recurring self-conscious pose, pensively staring out from a Jeep while exaggeratedly drawing on a cigarette...
...Tango Monastery. He is the reincarnation of the monk who built the monastery 500 years ago. Nine years old but looking even younger, he peers out at me from a pair of glasses with lenses so thick I cannot see his eyes through them. I feel awkward and self-conscious, for although he is tiny, he has the composed presence of an old man. I think of my nine-year-old brother at home playing on his bike, and then of this nine-year old boy, sequestered in a house above a monastery to which the only access...