Catches bullets

A Burmese soldier crouched with a submachine gun and
sprayed it.

Its hands disappeared and in their place was only a
blur. This time there were no ricocheting bullets, and
after a moment the soldier's gun stuttered and died.
The other soldiers kept firing for a few moments,
but the gunshots began to stutter and then die off. For
a long moment the figure stood motionless, smoke
rising from its right hand.

Then it stepped forward, moving directly toward
the Burmese sergeant who just moments before had
been refusing to give the MSNBC crew an interview.
To the man's credit, he rose stiffly and stood at
attention as the garish figure stood less than three feet
away from him.

For the first time it spoke. It spoke in Burmese for
a moment and stared at the sergeant, who nodded.
It dropped the mass of metal in its hand to the
ground and then took off, flying directly upward
almost faster than the eye could see.

For more than a minute no one dared to move, and
then the sergeant barked out an order. The soldiers
began to converge on the container.
Nelson turned to his native guide and said, "What
did he say?"

The guide was still staring into the air. For a
moment he looked as though he wasn't going to
answer, but finally he responded. "He said 'Put any
name on it you want. Just get it to the people who
need it.'"

The camera zoomed in on the smoking mass of
metal on the ground-- bullets crushed and fused
together-- then zoomed on the soldiers unloading the
desperately needed supplies.

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