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Where a plank bridge spans a small brook that runs into the Black Sea, two Turkish infantrymen stood guard this week. Their posture was rigidly prescribed: each had one foot on the bridge and one foot on Turkish soil, one hand behind his back and one on a rifle topped by a flat-bladed, freshly honed bayonet. Motionless, they stared across the brook into thick underbrush where no human figure was to be seen. They were two of the thousands of 12ยข-a-month Turkish mehmetciks who keep sleepless vigil over the 367-mile border...
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