A few days ago I got a lift back to my hotel by three men who would perhaps best be described as employees of the United States government. Let’s just say they were not the kind of blokes you’d complain to if by chance they kicked sand in your face on the beach.
All three had been around a bit. Between them, over the years, their very specific expertise had led them to encounters with “bad guys” in Baghdad and the cocaine cartels of Colombia. In theory, I should have felt reassured by their presence. Only an hour earlier the same streets we were passing along had seen a suicide bomber on a motorbike steer a path to paradise taking as many unsuspecting Afghan civilians with him as possible. Full story...
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All three had been around a bit. Between them, over the years, their very specific expertise had led them to encounters with “bad guys” in Baghdad and the cocaine cartels of Colombia. In theory, I should have felt reassured by their presence. Only an hour earlier the same streets we were passing along had seen a suicide bomber on a motorbike steer a path to paradise taking as many unsuspecting Afghan civilians with him as possible. Full story...
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