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Son güncelleme: 10.01.2009 20:00
  • noimageIn the northern tribal regions of the
    noimageRepublic of Derbaran, a small town
    noimagebegan to stir as the pink light of dawn
    noimagecolored the desert mountaintops in the
    noimagedistance. Bakers and merchants,
    noimagemidwives and school teachers emerged
    noimagefrom their mud brick homes to begin their
    noimageday. As always, they threw nervous glances at
    noimagethe razor wire and concrete compound of the
    noimageDerbaran military depot that squatted below a yellow
    noimagebanner just beyond the village. The coexistence was an uncomfortable one; the Derbaran
    noimagegovernment had little love for the tribal minorities in the area.

    Cries of alarm rose from the men
    stationed at the depot when a column
    of tanks and trucks crested a rise. They
    flew green banners, the colors of the
    National Independence Union, the rebel
    coalition of minority tribes. But these were not
    poor peasants with cheap rifles. The Derbaran
    soldiers scrambled in panic as the NIU tanks rained
    explosive rounds on the ammo depot, shattering concrete
    bunkers and crushing soldiers beneath a hail of rubble.
    NIU trucks disgorged scores of men who peppered the defensive positions with small arms fire.

    noimageWhen it was over, the only sound
    noimagecame from the crackle of flames and
    noimagethe screams of wounded and dying
    noimageDerbaran soldiers. The villagers
    noimageslowly emerged from hiding. They
    noimagegasped when they recognized the man
    noimagewho climbed from the lead tank and
    noimagestood on the turret to address them.
    noimageEven in this small village, the televisions
    noimagein the tea houses and shops had shown
    noimagehis face many times. He was General Ikram Karmali, decorated officer of the Derbaran military
    noimageand military advisor to the President. The pride of the Derbaran military had become a rebel.
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