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...soon he got sent away. Feeling that English boarding schools were too stuffy, Rosemary and Richard sent John to the Institut Montana Zugerberg near Zurich, a strict place with only a handful of English-speaking boys. "At first I was homesick as hell," Kerry says. Raised a Catholic, Kerry says he found comfort and company in church, becoming quite religious and serving as an altar boy. "I remember him writing me to remember to say my prayers," Peggy recalls. Cam, on the other hand, recalls how John learned to swear in Italian. "That part I do remember. Him coming back...
Iraqis are desperate for an end to the car bombs, gun battles, kidnappings and assassinations that make life in Iraq a fearful hell. Winning "that game" is Job One for Iraq's leaders. The very way the new government took power underscores the need. In a brief, stealthy ceremony improvised two days early to thwart feared attacks timed for the official date of June 30, U.S. proconsul L. Paul Bremer handed a blue folder to Prime Minister Allawi and with it sovereign responsibility for restoring Iraq to normality. Within an hour, Bremer was gone, his quick departure emblematic of Washington...
...Hamsmeyer, checking out two white rhino. They are looking for rhino and hippos to stock their new park. "What do you look for in a hippo?" I ask, figuring that I can't go wrong with a simple question. Then I notice that strange unblinking look again. "Not a hell of a lot," Le Sueur says. "Other than it looks like...
...himself—but he looked directly at me, I felt, and wouldn’t stop baring his teeth, grinning like a million bucks. I’m all for being friendly—especially with the kin of potential NBA royalty—but what the hell was wrong with this...
...green card. His friends ply the internet every night on the lookout for anyone who introduces herself in a chat room as “F/20/American.” Everyone I’ve met here is really great, but they’re working like hell to not be “here” anymore. This hopelessness leaves me feeling uncomfortable, because for Lebanese people my country’s streets are paved with gold, but its gates are reinforced with steel...