Word: guys
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...murdered him." Every one of el-Batouti's colleagues, friends and relatives depicts him as a loving family man, a believer but not a fanatic, respected and well off, content with his imminent retirement, a man who had never displayed the least symptom of psychiatric disorder. "He's a guy who wouldn't hurt a fly," says Los Angeles resident Helal el-Sherif, a friend of el-Batouti's, echoing other friends and family. "He certainly wouldn't take 216 passengers to their deaths." Over dinner at the Sherifs two nights before his final flight, Batouti had discussed the crash...
...drill sergeants have one saying for pretty much all of this - "Too easy." To which we are to gustily reply, "Too easy, drill sergeant," and when he walks by in his big-brim hat, a guy who's not only done all his asking but jumped out of airplanes besides, it really is difficult to tell him it's too hard. But that little saying is still a taunt. The time runs too long when it's theirs and much too short when it's yours (shine boots, clean locker, floss). Monday, they always promise you, it's going...
...Tuesday, we took our PT test, to meet the minimum standards for boot camp (for men, 13 push-ups, 17 sit-ups and a one-mile run in under eight minutes). Everyone passed except the asthmatic (who gets to run again) and the guy with the heart condition (he's gone, after - he says - his heart almost exploded at one third of a mile). Yours truly came in with a surprising 6:20 (and this was a road race, no track...
Drill sergeants must have huddled for generations over precisely what exercises, in precisely what order, cause young men to scream the loudest. The sergeant, a very funny guy when he wanted to be, had the routine by heart: push-ups, sit-ups, bicycle kicks, squats of all varieties, shoulder touches, arm twirls - more than I can remember, until the lifting of hand over head was quite nearly impossible...
...Elaine Cassidy) is an Irish girl come to Birmingham, England, to find the guy who left her pregnant. He (Bob Hoskins) is a caterer with an eye, and a knife, for the ladies. In this sort-of comedy about a serial killer and his next intended, the only thing pushing the plot is relentless coincidence--a movie this implausible shouldn't be this dull--and a very aggressive score that tells you what you would have felt if the film (from the director of The Sweet Hereafter) had been made with more passion and craft. Only Hoskins rises above...