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...missile slammed into the north wall, perhaps 10 yds. from the Alliance's command center in the northeast tower. Much more powerful than previous strikes, it sent clouds of dust hundreds of feet into the air. "No, no!" Alliance commander Olim Razum yelled at the 10th Mountain soldiers. "This is the wrong place! Tell them to cut it!" A special-operations man glanced up at the cloud and shouted, "Incoming shrapnel--get down!" As the dust cloud cleared, a U-shaped hole the size of a small swimming pool appeared in the wall next to the northeast tower. The tank...
...bomb blasted dust and debris hundreds of meters into the air and created a hole in the fort's 60-feet high dirt walls "big enough to drive two or three tanks through," says Perry, who witnessed the attack. The explosion flipped over a Northern Alliance tank, trapping the two soldiers inside, and buried the Americans under rubble. According to eyewitnesses, two American soldiers were killed in the incident. Nik Mohammed, a 24-year-old Northern Alliance soldier, told Perry that he had helped carry one injured and two dead Americans out of the fort. The soldiers were identified...
...Guards Brigade rolled forward from their advance position 28 miles north of Kabul. It was last Monday afternoon, before the capital fell, and the crews were tensed for a barrage of enemy fire. But none came, so they pushed on faster, rumbling down narrow lanes in thick clouds of dust before turning onto the Old Road and heading south toward Kabul. This was once agricultural land, but now the landscape was lunar and blitzed: the remaining trees were shredded and the fields were pocked with the 10-ft.-deep footprints of 1,000-lb. American bombs...
...going to rail against the aid agencies, the Afghan authorities and the governments of the world, and, if we have to, physically force them to bring food here (absolutely false). And then we jump into our taxi and speed away, leaving a trail of screaming children in our dust...
...Forget Kandahar. After the roadblock, they herded us off to a high-walled compound in a place called Spin Boldak. Aside from one foray to a refugee camp whipped by dust storms, they've kept us inside this compound for two days now. The only diversion is watching our Taliban guards tossing stones at the hundreds of Afghans perched on the wall, fascinated by our high-tech equipment and foreign female reporters who aren't hidden in a burqa, an outfit which turns a woman into a pup tent with feet...