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...Hekmatullah's house cracked apart like an egg. So did Hekmatullah. A bullet shattered his leg, and another lodged itself inches from his spine. His brother Abdul Halim rushed him to Kandahar hospital. But that night there were dozens of wounded, lying in the corridors on a stinking, bloodstained floor, and the doctors had fled during the night's bombing...
...other painkillers or anesthetics. With so many Afghans fleeing the cities, another six days passed before Abdul Halim found a car that would take him past Kandahar to the Chaman border, a distance of over 150 miles. Imagine riding six days over dirt roads with a bullet near your spine and another in your leg on the worst roads in the hemisphere...
Nowhere was their universal appeal more apparent than under the roof of Avalon last week. After a ridiculously pompous opening fanfare, the duo got straight to business with a spine-tingling mix of their wildest, most floor-shaking anthems. The songs were intercut by intense live jams that consisted almost entirely of tweaked sirens and ultra-distorted basslines, the occasional cheeky sample (Eminem elicited a small cheer), and divine, slamming beats. Not stopping at mere sound, however, the show boasted a rotating cast of exotically clad vocalists and dancers whose exhortations to the crowd were at once embracing and confrontational...
...have been designed to deepen internal splits within the Afghan regime and hasten its collapse. And also, perhaps, to any reassure allies of the purpose of the air campaign. Of course his reference to Saddam Hussein as an "evil man" may have sent a few shivers up the spine of U.S. allies who want the anti-terror campaign confined to Al Qaeda and Afghanistan, but he confined himself to warning the Iraqi leader against supporting terrorism or taking advantage of U.S. distraction to stir up trouble...
...speed slowly, then accelerate up the dune, taking your foot off the gas at the top, then accelerate back down the dune." He gives me a thumbs-up, and backs away. Until today, sitting in the desert heat, feeling the soar and stutter of engine revs rattle through my spine, I wasn't aware of a yearning to bash dunes. But as I stamp the accelerator, slew and slide up a sand hill and fly over the ridge, trailing a cloud of sand to a crunching back-front touchdown, it's all too apparent I missed my calling. I bounce...