But, of course, ultimately for their own good.
via the unfiltered lens of Iraq Dispatches: Fallujah Pictures
Well...Since there were no "embedded reporters" along, I guess we can simply ignore these for lack of "objectivity." And once again, all I can think about is that clip from Robert Bly's poem The Teeth Mother Naked at Last
But if one of those children came near that we have set on fire,DAMN THE WAR...DAMN IT'S ENABLERS...DAMN THOSE WHO FIND ANYTHING STRATEGIC HERE...IF THERE IS SUCH A THING AS A SOUL, you have lost it.
came toward you like a gray barn, walking,
you would howl like a wind tunnel in a hurricane,
you would tear at your shirt with blue hands,
you would drive over your own child's wagon trying to back up,
the pupils of your eyes would go wild.
If a child came by burning, you would dance on your lawn,
trying to leap into the air, digging into your cheeks,
you would ram your head against the wall of your bedroom
like a bull penned too long in his moody pen.
If one of those children came toward me with both hands
in the air, fire rising along both elbows,
I would suddenly go back to my animal brain,
I would drop on all fours, screaming,
my vocal chords would turn blue; so would yours,
it would be two days before I could play with one of my own
children again.
