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...days later of extensive hemorrhaging, Sister Floralba was already running a high fever. She was treated at the hospital, but when her condition worsened, three of her best friends -- Sister Dinarosa, Sister Clarangela Ghilardi, 64, and Sister Danielangela Sorti, 47 -- put her in the back of their four-wheel drive car and drove her 50 miles west to the clinic in the town of Mosango. She was unconscious when they arrived; the sisters stayed at her bedside all night, praying and soothing and holding her arm so the intravenous drip would stay in place. Sister Floralba died within...
...young Don sleeps, and an angel appears in his dream with a scroll bearing a diagram of death's arrow with the motto, "It pierces eternally, flies quickly and kills." Before the two figures is a tumbled mass of emblems of the world: armor and a wheel-lock gun (military glory), a bishop's miter and a papal tiara (religious authority), a laurel wreath (cultural fame), money, jewels, playing cards, sheet music-and a mirror that reflects only a skull...
General Motors Corp. today said that it would stop building the last of the "boats" that first made Detroit famous. By year's end, the world's biggest car company will discontinue its once-beloved, rear-wheel drive behemoths (the Buick Roadmaster, Cadillac Fleetwood, Chevrolet Caprice and Impala). GM's Arlington, Tx., assembly plant, which makes the big cars, will switch gears and start churning out popular full-size pickup trucks instead...
Every few kilometers we stopped. Amid much cursing, two soldiers -- boys, really -- who were riding the front fenders of the truck clambered down and set to tightening the wheel lugs. The vehicle, it turned out, had come straight off the assembly line, but because of parts shortages each wheel had only half the lugs necessary to keep it attached. As we rolled along, they worked themselves loose and had to be tightened again and again...
...truck hit a man that first day, a brown-uniformed trooper from the Arbeitsdienst, or labor service, who suddenly stepped into the road out of a long column of marching men. The impact spun him into the marchers, spilling them like bowling pins. Peise gripped the wheel more tightly and stepped on the gas. No one said a word. Nor did the sergeant stop a few hours later when one of the soldiers riding the front fender slipped off and fell beneath the treads of a tank. My brother, now 56, says that once in a while, in a dream...