Safety?
"Baghdad Hit by Two Major Attacks BBC
Friday 03 December 2004
At least 26 people were killed when a mosque and a police station came under attack in the Iraqi capital Baghdad.
A car bomb exploded outside a Shia mosque in a Sunni district, killing at least 14 worshippers and wounding 19.
A short while earlier, rebels fired mortars and then stormed a police station, killing at least 12 people - mainly police officers." http://www.truthout.org/docs_04/120404Z.shtml
What would it be like to live like this? Sure, New York City and Washington D.C. tasted a sample of this type of terror over three years ago, but that was restricted to just one day; awful and long as it were. These people have wives, children, husbands, siblings, parents as we do. Are they lesser humans because they live way over yonder? Are they savages; godless people who merit no tears? How pathetic that so many Americans think that way. God on our side, my ass. I look at the pictures of young boys and girls ... dead, limbless or burned beyond cognition because of bullets, bombs, mortar.... There was once a dream called life for these countless humans; but alas, only a dream. It matters not to me whether such injuries and deaths were authored by US soldiers or insurgents; that which was started ... just won't stop. What to do if I was a husband and father in Baghdad; in Mosul; in Fallujah? I'm sure I'd be already dead and God knows what of my family. The US soldiers ridicule the so-called Iraqi army and police for deserting and/or fleeing when encountering the first signs of trouble, but really, if the insurgents knew my identity and would kill my family for fighting alongside Americans, what choice is there? What matters? The murder of all I hold sacred for this? My mind is paralyzed when considering a life like this. Day after day; night after night ... terror, murder, bombs. Are the hopes and dreams of these people meaningless? Of course some might challenge these questions and/or points by decrying the lives they previously lead under Saddam, but who are we to impose our values of what life ought to be like upon those who have lost the only things that mattered to them in the first place, their loved ones; their very lives. It's hell all around ... and you were praying to evade the wicked inferno of hell at death? No, you're already in it. Yes we are, if only for knowing that which is endured; those who suffer in every sense. This is hell, oh yes.
Friday 03 December 2004
At least 26 people were killed when a mosque and a police station came under attack in the Iraqi capital Baghdad.
A car bomb exploded outside a Shia mosque in a Sunni district, killing at least 14 worshippers and wounding 19.
A short while earlier, rebels fired mortars and then stormed a police station, killing at least 12 people - mainly police officers." http://www.truthout.org/docs_04/120404Z.shtml
What would it be like to live like this? Sure, New York City and Washington D.C. tasted a sample of this type of terror over three years ago, but that was restricted to just one day; awful and long as it were. These people have wives, children, husbands, siblings, parents as we do. Are they lesser humans because they live way over yonder? Are they savages; godless people who merit no tears? How pathetic that so many Americans think that way. God on our side, my ass. I look at the pictures of young boys and girls ... dead, limbless or burned beyond cognition because of bullets, bombs, mortar.... There was once a dream called life for these countless humans; but alas, only a dream. It matters not to me whether such injuries and deaths were authored by US soldiers or insurgents; that which was started ... just won't stop. What to do if I was a husband and father in Baghdad; in Mosul; in Fallujah? I'm sure I'd be already dead and God knows what of my family. The US soldiers ridicule the so-called Iraqi army and police for deserting and/or fleeing when encountering the first signs of trouble, but really, if the insurgents knew my identity and would kill my family for fighting alongside Americans, what choice is there? What matters? The murder of all I hold sacred for this? My mind is paralyzed when considering a life like this. Day after day; night after night ... terror, murder, bombs. Are the hopes and dreams of these people meaningless? Of course some might challenge these questions and/or points by decrying the lives they previously lead under Saddam, but who are we to impose our values of what life ought to be like upon those who have lost the only things that mattered to them in the first place, their loved ones; their very lives. It's hell all around ... and you were praying to evade the wicked inferno of hell at death? No, you're already in it. Yes we are, if only for knowing that which is endured; those who suffer in every sense. This is hell, oh yes.
posted by Paul V. Regelbrugge at 1:20 PM
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