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...ministry provides quarters for a dozen or so foreign journalists. Despite the lovely garden and songbirds--Afghans are passionate about both--conditions are austere. We sleep seven to a room, on the floor, and limited bathing facilities mean that a faint Camembert-like odor hovers about us. It is unusual for a defense ministry to take paying guests. But this is an unusual war. At night each side lobs a few shells, as if to remind the enemy it still exists. Frontline commanders ply visitors with tea and grapes...
...these parlous days, they have become a hardy band of brothers and sisters--both at American and at United, which also had two flights hijacked. Now there's a quiet camaraderie of combat veterans when they see one another in airports: a nod, a faint smile. "You've got a nation mourning, but people are feeling good about being together and going to work," Stephenson says...
...patriotism on Tuesday (Letters, “More Careful Editing Needed on Articles,” Sept. 27), I would like to offer a first-person account of the event. The poor attendance at the rally cannot be attributed to rain, though poor publicity could be a factor. A faint drizzle did blanket the event from the beginning, but it did not truly begin to rain until the end, and I saw no one leave on account of the rain. I can only guess that the rally’s poor attendance is due in large part to the fact...
Last Monday evening, Sven Beckert, an Associate Professor of History at the college, began the first class he was teaching at the extension school with an undeniably casual air. He stood in front of a very crowded Sever classroom and scanned his 7:30 p.m. class with a faint smile, seemingly oblivious to the fact that his dark blue oxford shirt was slightly unbuttoned at the bottom, revealing just a sliver of his white undershirt...
...strapped in their seats, a flight attendant with her hands bound. Doctors at the triage stations grieved that there were not more survivors to treat. All they could do was wash the grit out of the rescuers' eyes. Every so often the Klaxon sounded, another fractured building about to faint. Medics had to keep moving the morgue. Even the rescuers had to be rescued from the hidden caves, the shifting rubble, the filthy air. When the rains came Thursday night the peril merely increased, as the ash turned to porridge and the fires hissed and spat...