The ancient metropolis, now mired in rubble. Its two million people face torturous trouble. So many have fled; there’s barely a soul. Still, armies keep fighting to gain full control. The leaders stand boldly, their brass buttons polished; they covet a city that’s damn near demolished. For five years the bombs have destroyed homes and shops. Aleppo has died; still, the war never stops. -RKO- #410 09-28-16