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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Every day at dusk, a scruffy knot of rebels gather before the gutted cathedral in the Salvadoran town of Jucuarán. All carry automatic weapons, but little else about them bespeaks military discipline. They fidget and giggle like schoolboys, snapping to attention only at the sight of their bearded commander. "For the people of this town, you are the revolution," he warned them one evening last week. "Be polite. Ask permission before entering a house." But as soon as the leader departed for his camp deep in the nearby hills, the youths slung their M-16s over their shoulders...
...public discontent with the press, especially the perception that journalists are arrogant. At the most basic level, dealing with this problem requires coming to terms with motivations, the forces that drive individuals to become journalists and the attitudes they take when pursuing a story. Reporters have sometimes lost sight of the fundamental truth that their job is to provide a service to the community rather than to seek the glamour and glory that now often seem to draw people into the craft. News organizations are trying in a variety of ways to make themselves more self-critical and more accessible...
...fired on a five-man U.S. patrol in the central jungle last week, then fled back into the bush. Army helicopters continued to scour the Grenada shoreline, hunting for enemy boats, while nine-man infantry squads staked out trails in the jungle. Roadblocks are still manned after dark. The sight of well-armed American soldiers has become so familiar that one hotelkeeper grumpily noted, "I'm tired of seeing guns...
...first, there was some confusion. "There he is," a voice rang out at the sight of a tall, stooping figure on the reviewing stand. Then came the correction: the man was Konstantin Chernenko, 72, a former rival for the leadership in the eleven-member ruling Soviet Politburo. Long after the ranks of T-80 tanks and SA3 missiles began rumbling through the square, the first sign of Andropov's continuing presence in the Soviet hierarchy was a huge airbrushed portrait of him that sat on a red-draped float during the ensuing civilian procession...
...could not look further, and turned away to quell the nausea. I looked again, a last time, at the body and the friends. Now a circle of vultures had formed a about the still bleeding victim, horrified at the sight, but relishing it enough to stay and see the blood-letting continue...