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...that started last month with the purpose of analyzing Harvard’s impact on the Allston neighborhood. Matthew De Remer, who co-authors the blog, said that while he and MacDaniel both look forward to the benefits of Harvard’s presence in the neighborhood, many residents felt “hurt” when they discovered Harvard had been buying many properties in Allston under other company names without community knowledge or input. MacDaniel added that he saw it as “spin and dishonesty” when the University, apparently playing to community concerns that...
...crew to safety said the sailors were fearful of kidnappers even after they were well away from Somali waters. "When we were coming in," said Bernard Odemba, the Kenyan pilot who brought the Maersk Alabama to shore, "when they saw any boat coming around, it was as if they felt that maybe another group is coming to attack them. So I had to calm them down and say, 'No no no, that is our police boat; that is our one of the local boats, the friendly ones...
...crew to safety said the sailors were fearful of kidnappers even after they were well away from Somali waters. "When we were coming in," said Bernard Odemba, the Kenyan pilot who brought the Maersk Alabama to shore, "when they saw any boat coming around, it was as if they felt that maybe another group is coming to attack them. So I had to calm them down and say, 'No no no, that is our police boat; that is our one of the local boats, the friendly ones...
...descriptions of wounds I'd heard from the buddies of injured soldiers. Faces blown off, shattered shoulders and mangled limbs - all the points exposed by the limits of Kevlar. What is more insane than running 200 meters through gunfire to reach the safety? But we did. I felt like Bruce Willis in Die Hard, somehow dancing between the bullets that showered from below and behind. The Taliban can shoot, but they can't aim. We were lucky. All of us were...
From the outpost we hiked up the mountain face back to Restrepo. The surge of adrenaline and endorphins meant that I didn't even notice a journey that on previous attempts had left me panting at every turn in the switchback trail. I had sweated through my Kevlar. It felt like I had sweated through my plates. It had taken little more than an hour to move from Loi Kolay back to Restrepo, but it felt like days. Within an hour, though, we were back on the move. One of the soldiers, Private first class Matthew Fowler, 24, had ripped...