Word: desertion
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...farmlands where he used to spend weekends with his boss and cousin, Saddam Hussein. A few miles up the road stood the ex-regime's garish presidential palaces, now occupied by soldiers of the U.S. Army's 4th Infantry Division. And to the north Mahmud could survey the open desert plains just beyond the city and ponder how to make a great escape...
Some 10,000 special-forces troops saw action in Iraq, the largest such deployment since World War II and three times the number who participated in Gulf War I. From a secret base in western Saudi Arabia, they seized a pair of airfields and scoured the Iraqi desert for Scuds every night for nearly a month. In the east, they secured a port for the delivery of humanitarian goods. And in the south, they fought to keep Saddam from destroying the 1,000 oil wells that are the country's financial future. Teams in humvees and low-flying helicopters rolled...
...lacks a clear sense of direction." Oddly, Dyer's narrative also loses its sense of direction in the final chapter, just as he reaches what he has described throughout the book as the ultimate Zone?Burning Man, a weeklong celebration of self-expression held every year in the Nevada desert. He is able to describe his emotional collapse in explicit terms: "Everything had become scattered, fragmented. A day was not made up of 24 hours but of 86,400 seconds, and those did not flow into one another?so that, as a consequence, there was not enough time...
...Hulk" lands with a thud as the big green guy does in the desert, the former barman won't be crying in his beer. "What's the worst thing that could happen to me?" he asks. "That no one ever wants to hire me again. So I go back to Melbourne. There's no downside." He smiles broadly as he considers his options: "I'd like to work in the motor-racing industry. Acting is my professional identity; it has never been a part of my self-identity. So there's absolutely nothing to be fearful...
...Karachi, a port city of 14 million on the Pakistani coast, where the Pab mountain range and the Sindh Desert gather into a brick-and dust-hued urban sprawl before tumbling into the Arabian Sea, is the battlefield in which an assassin like M.R. thrives. In Karachi you have ethnic feuds: gangs of Indian migrants versus the Pathans, Baluchis and Sindhis; you have extremists from rival Sunni and Shi'ite sects battling each other (lately, radical Sunnis are gunning down Shi'ite doctors and lawyers at random); and, of course, there are the radical Islamic groups that shelter al-Qaeda...