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If you followed the progress of the "Atlantic Brigade," the makeshift group of Albanian-American KLA recruits that set off from New York to defend their motherland, then you know who Isa Kodra is. He is the plucky 19-year-old Albanian who'd only been to Kosovo once on vacation before joining the KLA, and has been in front of reporters' microphones ever since. A post-war ABC interview with Isa in Macedonia is a favorite in the Kodra household. ABC anchorman Charlie Gibson gives him a chance to display his devotion to Albanian independence, which he does with a Marlborough Man bravado. He tells the world that he drank melted snow when he was thirsty, and kept his American flag clean long after everything else had succumbed to soldierly grime.

The Kodra family watches the interview with rapt attention, and it's apparent that they know it by heart. Isa, adolescent king on the living room couch, looks at his image on the wide-screen television through a haze of his own cigarette smoke. It's hard to tell whether he's bored or proud. Kodra, who has become the poster boy for the KLA's "Atlantic Brigade," is charming in a Top Gun sort of way. He impressed Bob Dole, whom he recently had dinner with. By his own estimation, Kodra has been interviewed at least 50 times in the United States, and 50 times in Europe. Now that the interview fervor is dying down and the war is over, he's back in Bensonhurst, rethinking the future. He doesn't want to be a dentist anymore. The post-KLA Isa sees himself more as a general in the Pentagon.

For fellow Atlantic Brigader Haxhi Dervisholli, the war in Kosovo yielded more drastic results. His leg was amputated below the knee after a Serb grenade exploded next to him. Unlike Kodra, born and bred in the States, Dervisholli grew up a member of the repressed Albanian minority in what he considered an occupied Kosovo. He saw the opportunity to fight the Serbs as a chance to correct the injustice he experienced first-hand. Though Haxhi's a hero to Kosovar Albanians everywhere, he isn't pencilling in senatorial lunchdates or setting his sights on generaldom. He lives in a third-floor walk-up on a busy Flatbush thoroughfare where he's biding his time recovering until he can have his prosthetic leg fitted. Then, he will return to the charred remains of the Kosovo village he left New York for only two years ago. Working seven days a week since emigrating to Brooklyn, he divided his paychecks between his family in Kosovo, himself, and the KLA. Florin Krasniqi, perhaps America's most prominent KLA recruiter, collected Haxhi's donations. Visiting his recuperating recruit, whose leg is still in bandages, Florin says, "I told him not to go -- he was already fighting by giving money." But Haxhi was surfing the web one day after work in April when he came across a video display of several hundred villagers making their long trek out of his home town to flee Serbian forces. Seeing familiar elderly neighbors in wheelbarrows proved too much for him, and he told Florin that he was going to enlist.

Haxhi had been in the military before. Back in 1988, he served in the Yugoslavian army in Slovenia and Montenegro. There, he learned to fight and repair weapons alongside Serbian soldiers. Albanians and Serbs did not fraternize on days off, in keeping with the social mores Haxhi learned in kindergarten, when Serbian and Albanian kids attended the same schools but in strictly segregated classrooms. When he returned from military service, he returned to nothing. The Albanian communist elite that had run the autonomous province of Kosovo since 1974 found itself mostly out of work when Belgrade revoked that autonomy in 1989. Universities were closed to Albanians just when Haxhi had hoped to attend. With work it was the same. Unemployed at 25 and feeling imperiled by the Serbian military police who wanted his services again, this time on the Croatian front, Haxhi headed for New York.

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