Sss&ftu. News digest U.S. soldiers facing unpredictable conditions MOGADISHU, Somalia — Andy Milburn’s foot patrol turned left at Death Bridge into the Bermuda Tri angle, trailing a wake of laughing kids. Then a single shot sent them scrambling for cover. The 12 Marines crouched in a line behind a low white stucco wall peer ing into Indian Country, their comer of the bombed-out, starving, clan ruled and grotesquely complex ruins of Somalia. Up close, the Marines saw that to deliver food, they would have to pacify Somalia. Some of them won dered whether they had taken on more than they had reckoned. “It’s hard to define a clear mis sion,” said Milbum, a U.S. Marine lieutenant. “Our rules of engagement change by the day.” His job Sunday was to take a sec tion of men into the worst part of town — an enclave the South Mogadishu warlord left to northerners — “to act friendly and show some force.” The section left their base at Mogadishu in high spirits. “This isn’t a war movie,” Milbum barked at one man who seemed overly relaxed. “Get both hands on that weapon.” For a while, there were smiles on all sides. “Welcome, welcome,” So mali market women and youngsters chanted as the Marines strode down a busy street. Some Somalis, led up with the chaotic rule by armed gangs, yelled encouragement: jet the guns from those bandits.” Then the men, sweating in their camouflage, headed for Death Bridge, a short white span named for recent mayhem. They walked through an ominous canyon of tin shacks rising on both sides, dotted among forests of long spiked pear cactus. Then Osman Hussein, 15, tugged at Milburn’s sleeve. “Guns,” he said. Milburn followed the boy’s finger to a bank of whitewashed houses over the bridge. A shot cracked. “Get down,” the lieutenant yelled, and ev eryone did. “I don’t want to be ovcrdramatic, but that kid probably saved my point man’s life,” Milburn said. “We were going over that bridge and would have walked right into it.” The patrol moved on. Then the radio ordered them back. It wasn’t because of the incident but rather some communications problem. Such regular foot patrols show the flag, but they also remind the Marines what the U.S.-led U.N. forces arc up against on a grander scale. “We’re so vulnerable, if they want to take shots at us, what can we do?” said Gunnery Sgt. Robin White from Indianapolis. At night, snipers fire into the port camp. Marines cleaned out the roof of theold prison, aconvcnicntovcrlook, and shots diminished. But the danger is there. Already, Somalison the streclcursc French Foreign Legionnaires who they say arc too rough. The French shot dead two Somalis Friday when their truck’s brakes failed