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...holds four people; my initial seat was in the second row of the cockpit, normally occupied by the defensive systems operator. I watched Chanel make several unsuccessful attempts to load the mission data from a DTUC (data transfer unit cartridge), which looks like a black brick with a handle. Surprisingly, the cartridge is made from 1960s technology, holding only 512 kilobytes of data, less than a floppy disk. But inside was all of the data needed to launch state-of-the-art precision weapons and to skim the earth's surface from as low as 200 feet at Mach speed...
...When the data was finally uploaded, I strapped on my helmet and oxygen mask and slid into the co-pilot's seat in the front row. Blood was on my right, and Chanel and Sidler occupied the rear seats. As the engines roared, I realized I had forgotten a significant piece of gear: my barf bag. I clicked on my microphone and warned the crew of my oversight. Blood gestured toward my gloves. "If you really need it, you've got a barf bag on each hand...
...theater discipline can't do that... Something comes through the air between an actor and the audience,' says Cronyn. 'I think the right word is empathy. You can tell immediately if you're not being heard, or if a lady is rattling a paper bag over in the sixth row, stage right, or if somebody has a bad cough. But the most magical moment in the theater is a silence so complete that you can't even hear people breathe. It means that you've got them...
...that." After their meeting Bush and Blair shared a helicopter out of town. Bush headed for the repose of his Crawford, Texas, ranch; Blair to a tour of the Far East, where his upbeat mood was shattered by news that the British weapons expert at the center of a row over whether the government manipulated prewar intelligence had committed suicide. Blair will need those cojones when he gets back to London...
...dense line of people—cradling copies of Clinton’s book under their arms—wound among the six American flags in the hotel plaza, through the marble pillars inscribed with the words of John F. Kennedy ’40 and along the row of windows where hotel guests huffed and perspired over exercise equipment...