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...TelePrompTer, Schwarzkopf displayed all the seductiveness of the performer's art. He prowled like a stand-up comic, permitted himself the occasional thin smile, inflected his stats with Bob Hope-style throwaway lines ("But I gotta tell ya . . . "). When asked to appraise Saddam's soldiering skills, he snorted a "Ha!," then launched into a catalog of caustic irony. He tamped his rage into questions intimidating ("Have you ever been in a minefield?") and rhetorical ("Do I fear a cease-fire?"). But the most moving moment came when he caught himself describing the low allied casualty rate as "miraculous." Then...
...treatment, reported by Dr. Elizabeth Ziegler and colleagues in the New England Journal of Medicine, employs a man-made antibody called HA-1A designed to zero in on the endotoxin molecule and render it harmless. Although the Food and Drug Administration has yet to approve HA-1A for use in the U.S., the agency has given the Pentagon special permission to utilize the antibody in the gulf. Large quantities are on hand in MASH units and field hospitals...
...antibody does not provide a guaranteed cure. In the study, 30% of the patients receiving the treatment died (vs. 50% of those who did not receive it). Still, HA-1A appears to be one more high-tech weapon U.S. soldiers can count...
...Civil Defense authorities break into the radio broadcast to announce that an attack is underway and that all citizens should don their masks and move to the "Heder Ha'atum" (the one room in the house that citizens had previously, at the start of the Gulf War, been instructed to seal against chemical attack with foam and nylon sheeting). There we are to await further instructions from the army. "This is not," barks the Haga (Civil Defense authority) spokesperson, "a drill or an exercise." I put on my mask and place my anti-nerve gas injector and my mustard...
...talk to some people," says Vernon. We move back out to the street. A little boy wearing a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle T-shirt taps me on the leg. He asks me if I am a reporter. "I guess," I tell him. "Tov, zeh heleck may ha-til [This is part of the missile]," he says, as he produces a contorted burned SCUD remain, "Birtzinut? [Is it really]", I ask, "Betach! [of course]" he responds, very matter of factly...