Word: ringed
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Then on June 16 came the Bosnian army's apparent bid to break the iron ring of Serb artillery that has encircled the city for more than three years. The first reports were of success, and elation overtook even those whose experience seemed to warrant it least. "Victory is ours!" exclaimed Mehmet Gluhic, a worker at Sarajevo's morgue, who tended to 28 bodies the day the offensive started and to 12 the next day. "There will be as many victims as God wishes, but we have proved that we are capable of breaking the resistance of our enemies...
...bring anything too expensive, especially jewelry. Theft is a possibility, and the chances it will be lost or accidentally broken are high. Also, despite the huge number of formal occasions, family heirlooms are not a pre-requisite. Leave Grandma's ring or Grandpa's priceless watch at home...
...enemy has almost reached the point where he can touch the golden ring," Koernke intones in the video. "All their different schemes, plotting and conniving have come to a nexus, a point in time at which they have the opportunity to grab everything." The only hope, he declares, lies in inducing the conspirators to act prematurely, before their confederates in the Federal Government have managed to completely disarm the Patriots. "If we are lucky, we can get them to move too quickly." War on American soil is probably inevitable. "Did I say it was going to be a short...
Even so, is the lightly armed Bosnian army really launching a thrust straight into the ring of armor the Serbs have clamped on the city? The Serbs, 12,000 strong, hold all the high ground and have hundreds of heavy artillery pieces and mortars zeroed in on approach routes. An uphill battle against the Serbs would not only produce huge Bosnian casualties but would also open the entire capital to retaliatory shelling from Serb positions. The bloodshed would be sickening, and there is no certainty the Bosnians could succeed no matter how professional their forces have become or how high...
Train wrecks are marvelously entertaining in retrospect, with a guitar accompaniment. Mary Karr's God-awful childhood in a sulfurous East Texas oil town has the same sort of calamitous appeal. Her rowdy memoir The Liars' Club (Viking; 320 pages; $22.95) takes its title from the ring-tailed bosh passed around among oil workers at the American Legion bar, where her father, the champion liar, took her when she was a tadpole...