Humvee

Gabriel dragged Melissa towards the Humvee.

Stores, dealerships, galleries struggled to satisfy the skyrocketing demand for ever more recherché produce: limited-edition olive oils, three-hundred-dollar corkscrews, customized Humvees, the latest anti-virus software, escort services featuring contortionists and twins, video installations, outsider art, featherlight shawls made from the chin-fluff of extinct mountain goats.

We went out into the streets of Zafaraniya, travelling in the usual two-Humvee convoy, complete with gunners.

Last week, I read 2,300 Humvees—these are big vehicles—were left behind for the enemy. 2,000? You would say maybe two, maybe four? 2,300 sophisticated vehicles, they ran, and the enemy took them.