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...scoring spurt gave Harvard senior reliever Ryan Tsujikawa (1-2) a 10-6 cushion when he took the mound in the bottom of the inning. But after retiring the first two Northeastern hitters, Tsujikawa hit Brad Czarnowski with a low breaking ball and yielded an infield single to Chris Emanuele to put men on first and second. Erik Hagstrom then scored Czarnowski with a chopper through the right side, cutting the Crimson’s lead to three...
...late, I saw why: the man with the torch had set alight a cache of ammunition. I got close enough to tell that the mound was mostly made up of artillery shells and rocket-propelled grenades. There were also chains of anti-aircraft shells, coiled up like a nest of brass pythons. Even though I was at least 150 feet away, the shock from the first blast knocked me off my feet. Lying on the ground with a mouthful of grass and sod, I watched as the earth erupted with shells and grenades, many of them flying off in random...
...explosions that lasted at least 10 minutes, there was a brief lull, and I began to back away towards the wall. I had only gone a few meters when a new round of blasts began. A rocket, flying no more than a meter off the ground, smashed into the mound to my left, setting off even louder explosions. Again, I was flattened on the ground, my clothes rippling from the shockwaves...
...hour before the first mound fell silent; the second roared intermittently for 15 more minutes. By this point, Mohammed, having convinced a local man to guide him to the explosions by a safer route than mine, had arrived at the church compound by the alleyway. We backed away along the lane, keeping an eye out for shrapnel. Where the alley met the main road, we turned out of sight of the explosions...
...waited for the second mound to blow itself out before going back, hoping to speak to the people living closest to the caches. But they were too frightened to answer the door. But when I returned several hours later, Al-Ghadeer had reverted to its true self, a sleepy middle-class residential neighborhood in the western outskirts of the Iraqi capital. Blackened holes in the ground were all that remained of the two caches. The local kids had gathered up most of the shrapnel and were now playing soccer in the compound. The residents of the houses closest...