Donald Rumsfeld and his aides are giving Bush his daily briefing on Iraq. He informs the President: "You should know that three Brazilian soldiers were killed yesterday." The President turns white, and slumps into his chair, looking shaken. "Dear God," he says, lapsing into silence. His staff exchanges puzzled and concerned glances, as Bush has never displayed such a reaction to casualty news before. They nervously watch the President, who sits, head in hands. Finally, the President looks up and asks, "OK, tell me again, how many are there in a brazillion?