Michael Poulikakos crawled through the smoke filling his hotel room and pulled open the door onto his balcony. The pilot was about to suck in a full chest of cold Kabul air when bullets spattered into the wall next to him. Slamming the door, he retreated. For 12 hours last January, small arms fire and grenade blasts filled the Intercontinental Hotel as Taliban fighters hunted down foreign and Afghan guests. All the pilot could do was hide and wait.
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