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...back with a dozen rocket propelled grenades and two PK light machine guns. There is no trail across the vast, rocky plains, just tire tracks splicing in and out of a weave heading north. For almost three hours and 40 miles we followed the mujahedin through choking dust. Rows of mountain ridges rose on the horizon like broken witches' teeth. From time to time we came to tiny settlements; the houses sealed behind mud brick walls, the rooftop edges curved, daily life hidden from view. Some were plunked down in the middle of nowhere, drawing life from plunging wells. Others...
...taxi had to be hired in Baghran, a 4x4's belt spring was broken, some electricals failed, two cars collided and one had to be push-started several times. There was also the toll on those who travelled with us; food was poor and in little quantity, the dust was inescapable, sleep was rare and the cold was biting. But in four long days we made it there and back again...
...sounds, the smells, the terror and the tragedy inside the Qala-i-Jangi fortress was brilliant, as was his description of the final moments of the ill-fated CIA interrogation of the prisoners. The photographs and graphics highlighted the incisive reporting. Perry has left the competition in the Afghan dust. PATRICK J. SLOYAN Paeonian Springs...
...scene at the first news of the attacks, Giuliani was nearly buried alive. In the hours that followed, he had to lock parts of the city down and break others open, create a makeshift command center and a temporary morgue, find a million pairs of gloves and dust masks and respirators, throw up protections against another attack, tame the mobs that might go looking for vengeance and somehow persuade the rest of the city that it had not just been fatally shot through the heart...
...Nita's carinderia is a modest little place on a side street in Angeles City, a dust-choked town two hours north of Manila. It's basically one long room, sparse and blue-walled, with an eating, drinking and tale swapping area up front and two pool tables in back. On an early November weekday, Reyes stands by a life-size cutout of himself hawking San Miguel beer. He bought this place from a friend, the real Caesar Morales, and gave it to Nita, his sister. He's older now, of course, a bit wider around the middle. In jeans...