In Lesotho, in a hillside village beset by famine, an old man named Elliot tugged at Fritz's sleeve and took him to see his home, a tiny mud hut.

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To make their point, the drill instructors accentuated their tiny waists with belts cinched so tight they had to remove them when sitting in the drill instructor hut so they could breathe.

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