I have a news clipping, LATimes, March 30, 2003, on my refrigerator door.
The caption reads, “Comforted: A marine medical corpsman with US Marines in central Iraq cradles a young girl after a group of civilians got caught in the cross fire during a battle between Marines and Iraqi fighters. To the north allied warplanes pounded Iraqi forces near Baghdad.”
The clipping has yellowed, the colors in the photograph have blended into a dull sameness. I see the photograph every day.
For those GIs who see this as a video game with real blood, the war is a rush. For those with conscience who see the Iraqis as people, this is an abomination frequenly beyond their endurance.
I have a news clipping, LATimes, March 30, 2003, on my refrigerator door.
The caption reads, “Comforted: A marine medical corpsman with US Marines in central Iraq cradles a young girl after a group of civilians got caught in the cross fire during a battle between Marines and Iraqi fighters. To the north allied warplanes pounded Iraqi forces near Baghdad.”
The clipping has yellowed, the colors in the photograph have blended into a dull sameness. I see the photograph every day.
For those GIs who see this as a video game with real blood, the war is a rush. For those with conscience who see the Iraqis as people, this is an abomination frequenly beyond their endurance.