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...staggering demonstration of new technology, the fruit of heavy investment, months of behind-the-scenes work and the deployment of personnel seemingly everywhere at once. And the military was doing some interesting stuff too. But in television's coverage of the first days of the war, what transfixed American viewers was not simply what we were seeing but that we were seeing it at all. Tanks and Bradley fighting vehicles powering through berms on the Iraqi border, oil fields burning, missiles ripping into Baghdad and soldiers and reporters donning gas masks and scrambling for bunkers--all live and in color...
...week the U.S. military push was making enough progress that war planners were considering slowing down the aerial bombardment that began Friday night. But that was not a sure thing. "They've got lots of stuff to keep us busy," said a Pentagon official of the Iraqis, "and if they hole up, we'll start hitting the holes." In the first two nights of raids, the Pentagon said, U.S. bombs rained down on more than 1,500 targets across the country; in Baghdad alone, hundreds of targets were said to have been...
...blood instead of tears." The tall, bearded Uday, 39, has long been a braggart--not to mention a libertine and a brute. He squandered his inherited power to sate a boundless avarice, smuggling everything from booze to baby milk to oil. His avocational sadism and sexual deviance are the stuff of Iraqi legend. "In his eyes," recalls a former colleague of Uday's who agreed to speak to TIME, "you see someone who can appreciate you one minute and kill you the next. It is not natural...
...shotgun. We reached the Iraq-Kuwait border very quickly, though most of us could not see much. One of the Marines shouted up to Lance Corporal Tyrell Joyner, 19, who was posted up top, "How does Iraq look?" Joyner shouted back, "Like Nevada! There's sagebrush and stuff...
...pair of heavy sticks against animal skins. The skins are stretched like drumheads over the seats of a couple of old chairs, a stool and the odd bed frame. These "drums" are then suspended from a timbered support that fills most of the room. As everyone knows, pounding on stuff is fun, which may explain why all around me there are people banging their own chairs and bed frames, plus one or two security guards who don't look all that happy about being stationed here. Did I mention the enigmatic bowl filled with rocks that hangs in the center...