Word: deserter
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...Shiga. Like one his playful comix come to life (see TIME.comix review), Shiga sent an imposter (actually F.C. Brandt) to receive the award. Wearing a black wig and dark glasses the clearly false Shiga then regaled the audience with an absurd shaggy dog story about being born on a desert island as the product of a Japanese WWII pilot and two American army nurses. The second remarkable moment took place courtesy of Frank Miller, author of "The Dark Knight Strikes Again," who has in recent years become far more interesting as a comics gadfly than a creator. Prior to handing...
Commander Mamabaidullah switches off the ignition and alights from his pickup truck onto the desert plain surrounding Spin Boldak, a chaotic Afghan town that borders Pakistan. Followed by four of his Kalashnikov-toting men, he walks briskly toward a graveyard where scores of bodies lie buried beneath mounds of dirt and clay. Mamabaidullah, who is responsible for guarding this stretch of frontier between Afghanistan and Pakistan, stops at the row closest to the border. With evident pride, he explains that they contain the corpses of Taliban militiamen killed by Afghan soldiers during a battle last month. These Taliban, Mamabaidullah says...
...Ready for Anything Danish troops were surprised to receive a supply shipment containing snow shovels, salt to de-ice roads, and lawn mowers. The nearly 400 soldiers are stationed near the southern desert town of Qurna, where temperatures have reached 50?C. A military spokesman said the equipment was part of a standard prepacked shipment...
CAIRO, Egypt—Cairo has not met my wildest imaginations. My “Erol of Arabia” dreams of racing across the desert on a black Arabian horse, scimitar in hand, screaming, wearing a kafiyya, then arriving in Cairo, making a cameo at a local protest, with bullhorn in my other hand, burning a few flags and finally sheesha-smoking the night away has not been realized. Instead, I unglamorously touched down in an airplane, took a cab to my bare hostel room and have spent most nights studying Arabic. I have not been on a horse...
...that is show business, so maybe I can understand the belly dancers selling out. What really hurt me was seeing some Bedouin Arabs, noble inhabitants of the desert, pushing souvenirs, camel rides and water bottles at the many tourist sites around Cairo. Reading about Bedouins, dreaming about Bedouins, never did I imagine a Bedouin ensnaring me in a camel riding scam. But then there I was, at the Giza pyramids, atop a camel, begging its owner to let me down. The Bedouin who got me up there was telling me that he would only let me down...