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...thugs who run the place start killing everyone. But Laura has not recovered from a personal trauma back home, and when her group leaves she just...stays there. It's a pretty region--like the Mekong Delta in the mid-'60s. Now if only she can find an escort. Why, here's an amiable native (U Aung Ko). "Hello," he says, in effect, "I'm an illegal guide in a military dictatorship, and I'd like to plop you into a genocidal civil war." "Hello," she virtually replies, "I'm a shell-shocked ninny...
...peacekeeping mission in Bosnia: "You can't go about the world saying you're going to do something and then not do it." If the House follows the Senate with a veto-proof lifting of the ban, Clinton fears the ensuing warfare will trigger a massive U.N. withdrawal requiring escort by 25,000 U.S. troops. TIME's Dean Fischer reports that NATO officials are moving to expand their mandate to attack Serbs if they threaten any remaining safe haven. Clinton, asked today why the Serbs should take the new threat seriously, said: "If the U.N. fails the next time, there...
DIED. JEROME ZIPKIN, 80, social moth; in Manhattan. Loyal, insulting -- often to the same people -- Jerry Zipkin served for half a century as party guest, escort and confidant of socially prominent, financially comfortable women (Betsy Bloomingdale, Pat Buckley). In the '30s his friend Somerset Maugham modeled the snobbish Elliot Templeton of The Razor's Edge on the fashion-obsessed real estate heir. But Zipkin's greatest coup was his relationship with Nancy Reagan. He was with the First Family on the night they captured that title; in the following years, Mrs. Reagan dished and danced with Zipkin so regularly that...
...surveillance by fading into hooker-infested back alleys. She has sat primly in "love hotels" taking notes as informants rattled on about the doings of a terrorist cell. Sarah should have been the perfect spy. But her boss had other ideas. He assigned her to a desk job and escort duty for junketeering congressional wives. "I've dealt with some real lowlifes," she says. "But my supervisor was more of a sleazebag than any of the men I met. They treated me with respect; he stared at my legs and gave me bad assignments...
Allied fighter-bombers were everywhere, prowling for targets, flying so low that it was impossible to spot them until the very last moment. On the back of the truck, we piled mattresses against the canvas sides-as if that could have stopped cannon or machine-gun fire. Whenever our escort troopers sighted planes, the truck rumbled to cover -- a copse of trees, a clutch of houses. The threat from the air was not new to us: during the December evacuation, when the refugee train had come under repeated air attack, Mother had covered the baby with her body...