IT SEEMS CERTAIN TO BE A WHITE Christmas; snow already covers the ground in Tuzla. But merry? The weather will be bitingly cold, the air filled with the stench of diesel fumes. Christmas dinner will be the T-rations detested by G.I.s; carols will be sung to the hum of noisy electric generators. And many of the soldiers setting up camps for the Bosnia peacekeeping operation will sleep in tents. Big ones with wooden floors, heat, fluorescent lights and flush toilets. But still tents.
At the Tuzla airfield, ground crews will have little time to gripe. The former Yugoslav airstrip for fighter...
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