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...reign of Pasha Mohammed Ali (1805-1849), for example, one-quarter of the great Temple of Dendereh was quarried away by Egyptians to build a saltpeter factory. Ali also ordered the excavation of the exquisite Temple of Esneh because he wanted to use it as a secure munitions depot. Art collectors were scarcely better. A French agent named Jean Baptiste Lelorrain contrived to steal the magnificent carved zodiac from the ceiling of Dendereh by using gunpowder to blast away a section of the temple's roof. He was lucky: the zodiac survived and is now in the Louvre...
...close family. After attending high school, Sipple ran off, working for a while as a television technician in California, later as a bartender in Texas. In October 1967, not quite 26, he stood among a group of 17-year-olds to sign up at the Marine Corps recruiting depot in San Diego. "I didn't really know what war was," he recalls, "but I wanted to fight for my country...
...waving white handkerchiefs. Minutes later, the U.S. planes began bombing Ream Airfield, destroying 17 Cambodian aircraft, mostly U.S.-built T-28 trainers that Cambodia's deposed Lon Nol government had got from the U.S. In a second raid about an hour later, U.S. jets bombed and destroyed an oil depot near Kompong...
...Slive becomes moody, thumbing through racks of paintings in one of the Fogg's storage depots. Over twenty gun-metal grey, ceiling-high, metal-mesh racks line this long, narrow hall on the museum's second floor. They are hung with a "big slice of the cultural history of mankind," as Rosenfield says. And though resonant with a strenuous, discordant mixture of competing styles and periods, none of them can escape a certain loneliness, a quiet desperation when shoved back into their dark recess. Pulling out one rack then another, Slive runs through the depot, lingering over one canvas then...
...from the rest of South Viet Nam. Communist forces had brought enough artillery to the edge of the city to level it utterly if they chose to do so. On the northern edge of Saigon, flatbed trucks piled high with crated ammunition roared away from the supply depot at Newport, their air horns shrieking. The Newport tank farm burst into flame with a series of explosions that shook the ground and sent clouds of black smoke, easily visible from the center of Saigon, billowing into...