I'm on the tarmac at Saddam International Airport right now, just outside the Baghdad city limits. The unit I'm with--a Third Infantry Division company of riflemen, Bradley fighting vehicles and tanks--rolled into the airfield in the middle of the night to find some of the strongest resistance that it's seen so far.The soldiers came under some small-arms fire, rocket-propelled grenades and mortars as they rolled up to the airport.
Helicopters went down, Iraqi soldiers surrendered to journalists, Kurds fled into the mountains--and NEWSWEEK was there. Five correspondents, embedded or on their own, tell their stories: Waiting for WarColin Soloway, with the 101st attack aviation brigadeIt was 4 a.m.
Never mind Iraq. The British invasion began this morning, well south of the border, when Sir Richard Branson, president and CEO of The Virgin Group, breezed into Kuwait City.
The seeds of capitalism have already sprouted in the Middle East. With the Pentagon hinting that journalists could have wider access to the battlefield than before, some reporters arriving in Kuwait are shopping for rough-and-tumble vehicles that could keep up with the Army in the desert.
You could almost hear the defiant huzzahs in certain circles last week when William (Hootie) Johnson, chairman of the Augusta National Golf Club, declared that his arch-enemy's "threats mean nothing to me." It was the most recent volley in his battle with Martha Burk, a rights gadfly who has been prodding the host of the Masters golf tournament to accept women into the club's all-male fraternity.
About 1:30 one afternoon in 1987, a killer burst into Betty Nichols's home in a quiet Kansas City, Mo., neighborhood. A 61-year-old store clerk who liked swimming and bingo, Nichols apparently surprised the intruder, who shot her twice in the chest and then again below the chin.
The U.S. Attorney General isn't the only one who wants citizens to keep a closer eye on their neighbors. In John Ashcroft's home state of Missouri, a local drug task force announced plans to get store clerks to turn in customers they suspect of buying the raw ingredients to make the stimulant methamphetamine--everyday substances like nail-polish remover, cold medicine, coffee filters and matches.
Since 14-year-old Elizabeth Smart was snatched from her bed at gunpoint exactly three weeks ago, investigators have struggled to understand how--and why--the kidnapper entered the Smarts' million-dollar home in the dead of night.Because it would be difficult to avoid detection in the Smarts' quiet neighborhood, the kidnapper would have needed tremendous audacity.
Inside the Tribune Tower, a gothic structure on Michigan Ave., newspaper editors scrambled to put out a special edition. Outside, a klatch of about 50 people craned their necks to watch the national news on a pair of television sets facing out toward the streets.One moment of anxiety came when Peter Jennings announced to the crowd that a plane was still missing en route from Boston to Los Angeles.
In agony and desperate for relief, arthritis sufferers have been known to try just about anything. "Juanita," who posted the message, "A Crazy Arthritis 'Cure' " on a recipe-swapping Web site recently, says her friends swear by one bizarre remedy: slip a bar of soap in a sock, she advises, then put it in your bed.At least the soap "cure" is inexpensive and free of side effects (other than a lumpy mattress).
Brian Dalton's personal diary may be revolting, but should it be illegal? Dalton had been on probation for a 1998 child-pornography conviction when a probation officer's routine search of his Columbus, Ohio, home turned up a 14-page, handwritten journal containing fictional descriptions of children being molested and tortured in a basement cage.
Memo to the major airlines: you won't have David Brule to kick around anymore. Over the past 15 years, the president and CEO of Northern Star Industries, a snowplow maker based in Iron Mountain, Mich., had flown thousands of hours on the big carriers to meet with distributors around the country.