gagging on the stench

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Smoke billowed over the city. Houses were heaps of rubble, flames leaping from their roofs. Twisted metal, beams and lumps of plaster smouldered in the streets. So many corpses lay decomposing in the streets that the checkpoint soldiers wore handkerchiefs over their faces to block the smell...
I stood before the Presidential Palace, gagging on the stench, unable to move. Scores of burned-out tanks, army personnel carriers and jeeps belonging to the Russians littered the street. Under them lay rotting bodies.