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After AmericaIt probably couldn't have held many more occupants, anyway. Kipper's ever-present shadow, the air force officer with the suitcase, was sitting on a plastic chair just outside in the corridor. "We've managed to push farther up the island of Manhattan, but the weather has turned against us," Franks said. "We've had heavy rainfall for the past forty-eight hours. Given the city's gravely deteriorated condition, the result has been to fill the streets with water, and I mean that literally. It's making movement nearly impossible in some quarters." That didn't surprise the president at all. For once he probably had a better appreciation of the so-called battlespace than his military commanders. New York was a little like Venice, simply holding back the tide until the day the waters inevitably won. Franks pushed on. "The enemy, such as they are, have continued to fight for every block of the island in very loose company-size formations. They are using the urban environment to maximum effect, slowing our efforts down even further ...» |
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