Grim Legacy
He gulps for air and insists on keeping two windows open in spite of a winter storm outside his hospital room. A nurse in a black headscarf stands by to help him insert the respirator into his nose. “We came under heavy bombardment, but there was no shrapnel,” recalls Khoshnevisan as his gray stubbled cheeks billow in and out rapidly. “Only the smell of chocolate and fresh grass.” He adjusts his ill-fitting nosepiece and looks away....