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Seconds later, Moore lowers his camera and looks in horror as, 100 yds. away, the tan blur of a 100-m.p.h. tornado wind crosses the road on which the truck is parked. That wind could easily send it rolling end over end like a kid's toy. Moore dashes into the cab, Moyer on his heels. "Get in!" he screams. "That son of a bitch is coming right at us! Now! Let's go!" He jams the truck into gear, and we race north. Behind, hardly the length of a football field away, the ground beneath the tornado...
...only in the operation of Viet Nam's major airfields, but also in keeping open its ports. To move Hanoi's troops between its forward bases in Cambodia and the China border and the rest of Viet Nam, Soviet pilots fly them in mammoth Antonov-22 transports. Tan Son Nhut airport near Ho Chi Minh City (formerly Saigon) is kept busy handling incoming flights of Ilyushin-76s, carrying pallets of artillery ammunition for use, presumably, in Cambodia. Danang airport, almost a ghost field after 1975, now serves as a refueling base for long-range TU-95D reconnaissance planes...
...sixth floor of the RCA Building in Manhattan. To one side are the offices of the chairman and the president, an area referred to by nervous underlings as "the court of the Borgias." The senior executive offices are on the other side, along a stark corridor lined with a tan carpet. With its plain white office doors and antiseptic ambience, a visitor observed last week, the place has the look of a hospital. "No," replied an NBC executive. "It is more like an insane asylum...
...Georgia had renewed his tan in Georgia's sun. His ten-day vacation on isolated Sapelo Island had been so relaxing that he wants to make it a regular refreshment stand. His jogs along the Atlantic had tightened a stomach already impressively taut for a man of 54. He had even cultivated a new hair style by shifting his part from right to left. And, as Jimmy Carter returned to the White House last week, he was in an upbeat mood, telling intimates that the nation's political climate was finally turning in his favor. Said...
...strawberry blond hair knotted atop her head calls from a nearby stall. "You're our star. I want to shake your hand, honey. You're a celebrity. They even had you on TV." Putting out one cigarette, Smith then lights another. At 47, a short, broad-shouldered man in tan dungarees, he has the look of someone who could have spent his life punching in at an automobile plant or a paint factory. But Smith is a celebrity because the assembly lines he manned produced goods made of plutonium, a radioactive element so deadly that even microscopic doses...