JihadWearing a pristine white bandage on his swollen forehead and a very angry expression, Ambassador Carlton Sanders bolted out of his limousine and into the Marine Amphibious Unit Command Post at Beirut International Airport. He was not normally given to fits of temper, but his diplomatic reserve had been sorely tested over the past 24 hours. It began with an advance copy of the Newsweek story that arrived by fax from Washington and ended just an hour ago with an irate personal telephone call from the Secretary of State. As if Sanders didn’t have enough on his plate with the bombing and the casualties and borrowing space from the Brits to set up a new diplomatic operation, he now had to deal with a back-stabbing Marine colonel.
Sanders clumped his way up the iron staircase leading to Co
