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...fraud investigation into the mysterious disappearance of an American contractor in Iraq and the killing of a co-worker shortly afterward, Defense officials tell TIME. On Oct. 9, 2003, Kirk von Ackermann, 37, was driving alone in northern Iraq when he pulled off the road with a flat tire and phoned the Kirkuk office of his employer--Ultra Services, based in Winters, Calif.--for help. A colleague arrived and found the car but not Von Ackermann. There were no bloodstains or bullet holes in the vehicle. And Von Ackermann didn't seem to be the victim of bandits because...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Without A Trace In Iraq | 2/13/2005 | See Source »

...Riverside—the area bounded by Mass. Ave., the Charles River, John F. Kennedy Street, and Central Square—rates of vandalism fell for the third year straight, down from 85 incidents in 2001 to about half that number in 2004, despite a September tire-slashing spree targeting police cars. Housebreaks rose from...

Author: By April H.N. Yee, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: City Boasts No Murders in ’04 | 2/9/2005 | See Source »

...Officer dispatched to the Business School Lot to investigate a tire that had been slashed. This is the fourth time the victim’s tire has been slashed...

Author: By Robin M. Peguero, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: POLICE LOG | 1/19/2005 | See Source »

...heart,” I said, “but it’s one of my favorite poems.” So he began reciting it as he swept back and forth over the frozen ground of the courtyard, the tire swinging all out of rhythm with the meter—“The sea is calm tonight./ The tide is full, the moon lies fair/ Upon the straits.” My breath made little quick-dissolving clouds in front of my face. Every now and then a car passed on Memorial Drive. Ice had started...

Author: By Phobe Kosman, | Title: As on a Darkling Plain | 12/20/2004 | See Source »

...Winthrop courtyard on Wednesday, as the tire swayed back at me and as I pushed it away again and again, my friend swinging up into the dark of the winter night, he said: “Ah, love, let us be true/ To one another! for the world, which seems/ To lie before us like a land of dreams,/ So various, so beautiful, so new,/ Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,/ Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;/ And we are here as on a darkling plain/ Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,/ Where ignorant...

Author: By Phobe Kosman, | Title: As on a Darkling Plain | 12/20/2004 | See Source »

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