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Running Out of Targets (A Pilot’s Lament)

Calvin Trillin

November 1, 2001

We're running out of targets, guys, There's nothing to destroy. They simply don't have buildings here, Like Baghdad or Hanoi.

Today I sent a missile off And said, "That's all she wrote." It turned out that I'd vaporized Two camels and a goat.

So let's go back to Serbia. These gunsights have to glom On something that's not rocks or sand. There's nothing here to bomb.

Calvin TrillinCalvin Trillin is The Nation’s “deadline poet.”


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