Word: gash
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...anyone in South Korea is living in the shadow of the North Korean Bomb, it is the people of Ilsan, a town of 500,000 situated north of Seoul just a few kilometers from the gash of barbed wire and land mines that has divided the Korean peninsula since 1953. From a local lookout point, the town's residents can peer across a stretch of river at the scrubby, brown hills of North Korea, knowing that hidden from view are bunkers, artillery and rockets that could turn their town into rubble in an hour. But for people like...
...shattering it, and were showered by a hail of shrapnel. Salah's left arm and hand were torn to shreds below the elbow, and blood spurted from two gaping wounds in his left thigh. Both men were lacerated by shrapnel and burned. A shard of glass cut a deep gash in Abu Karam's neck. The blast also damaged a second car, with shrapnel hitting its driver, university student Leith Waleed, in the back of his head...
...other side of the Iron Curtain, today a gash of electrified fences and minefields, the challenge that began on V-E day has had very different dimensions. For the nations of Eastern Europe, the prospect of a new, democratic postwar era vanished with Stalin's unkept pledge to hold free elections in the "liberated" territories. By 1949, Communist regimes had consolidated power by force or subterfuge in eight countries. During the past 40 years, only two nations have been able to escape the Soviet orbit: Yugoslavia in 1948 and Albania...
...Most Hong Kong thrushes are sweet vixens. Mui was different. Her large eyes, beaky nose and small, lurid gash of a mouth gave rise to another sobriquet: the Ugly Queen of Pop. That's a harsh way of saying that Mui was a throwback to chanteuse Bai Guang and other Shanghai "sour beauties" of the pre-Mao era. The sour beauty sang of love as a burden that made the sufferer superior. Mui was that survivor: battered but proud...
...after a humvee in which he was riding was hit by a roadside bomb; his revered platoon leader lay mortally wounded in his arms. Now he e-mails home almost daily, often to confide about his nightmares. He keeps replaying the image of his dead lieutenant with a bloody gash where an eye should have been. Catherine knows about fear. She is a beat cop in a town of 55,000 where the crime rate is double the national average. "I know I could get shot at, but he's living it every...