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Ban Me Thuot The two American advisors and their Vietnamese and Montagnard paratroopers marched up the metal ramp into the back of a C-130. As Spec.-4 O’Keefe took a sling seat against the fuselage, he wished the plane had windows. … Continue reading
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Mr. Zip Like the mail, we wait for Jesus — cooling his heels, he rises through epochs. Out our window the air falls all day long. Needing his missives, staring at the approaching sidewalk, we give up, yawn and say, … Continue reading
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Wolf Country
JACKSON HOLE, Wyoming — The wolves have been reprieved. A federal appeals court has overturned a lower court decision requiring that all transplanted wolves be removed from the Rocky Mountains. Unless the Supreme Court reverses the current ruling, Canis lupus … Continue reading
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Sedition, Subversion, Sabotage
To lay the groundwork for fundamental change, we need to be clear on where we stand in history, to know what is possible in our times and what isn’t. I hate to say it, but I doubt that any of … Continue reading
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The Election Nobody Won
Inauguration Day 2001 marked the end of a political season that saw Gore sacrifice his principles and Bush sacrifice our democracy, all to the great god Winning. After a campaign directed by Madison Avenue, the post-election debacle made it clear … Continue reading
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A New Beginning: Jews Return to Germany
BONN — Most of the other children in the film stand up straight, almost militarily erect, and look right into the camera. They state their names and hometowns in clear voices. The announcer explains how they became lost from their … Continue reading
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Despite the Pain, Kyrgyzstan Holds to Its Western Course
Bishkek Kyrgyzstan — Natalia had to sell her cow last week. In the warm months the cow could graze along the roadsides on the edge of Bishkek. It gave enough milk for her three children with some left over to … Continue reading
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