Shaffer
12-02-02, 07:35 AM
ZAMBOANGA CITY, Philippines – The road is crowded and tropical-hot. Bumping forward on a Humvee loaded with Marines, Chris Funk grips his M-16, muzzle pointed out toward the street. His blue eyes are locked on the world before him.
He sees shanty houses with rusted tin roofs and sidewalk stalls with metal pots of food. The city is Third World poor, it is steamy, it is jumbled -- a chaos of jitneys in motion, horns blaring, roosters crowing, people milling, foreign dialects.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A58242-2002Nov30.html
He sees shanty houses with rusted tin roofs and sidewalk stalls with metal pots of food. The city is Third World poor, it is steamy, it is jumbled -- a chaos of jitneys in motion, horns blaring, roosters crowing, people milling, foreign dialects.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A58242-2002Nov30.html