Sat. Mar 13, 2004
One Long Iraqi Year
One Long Iraqi Year – The Atlanta Journal Constitution has an interesting series of articles called ”The Faces of Baghdad”: ”A year after the American-led invasion, ordinary Iraqis take stock of their country, their families, their lives. Says one: ’Now I can sleep at night.’”
Lt. Ahmed Al-Ogedi
Police lieutenant worries about his country’s future but says, ”At least I’m alive.”
Dr. Susan Taha Al-Jabouri
A physician, fresh from medical school, learns new and awful lessons as she is thrust into the bloody chaos resulting from war.
Ahmed Khalil Al-Duori
A businessman’s bottom line expands, but at a terrible cost. The same conflict that brought customers to his store claimed his brother’s life.
Sundus Naji Al-Sudani
A councilwoman, who was once a secretary, comes into her own as a community leader, working with U.S. troops to solve the city’s problems.
Suad Mohammed Al-Obeidi
A mother’s worst fears are realized when she learns that her son, who was a Sunni, is dead; her new life has its dangers as well.
As’ad Muyien Al-Kurdi
Wounded at a military checkpoint, he is not bitter and still believes the U.S. invasion was for the best.
Shermeen H.A. Qaralousi
A feminist who fits no mold is a Shiite Muslim Kurd who craves contact with the world outside Iraq.
Lukman Khader Khoshnow
A Kurdish innkeeper rests easier with Saddam gone, even though his business is down.
Published 08:05AM, Sat, Mar 13 2004
Category: Iraq
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"Obviously, I'm a tad bitter that what's happening to numerous Iraqis is of more importance than the fate-forward of our own Son's & Daughter's." Did I say that? Did I personally say anything above? No, I merely linked to an article in my local paper. Just as I have before. Oops, that one appears to be about the plight of our returned wounded troops. I'll have to edit that from the archives, or else people might think I care... "I think perhaps you will see them soon and extend a moment's pity before moving on to profound political observation." Shall I be kind and assume that isn't the anonymous sarcastic cutting remark it appears to be? Or should I tell you to take your false assumptions about the thoughts in my head and stuff them into your anonymous opposite end?
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Just in from another day's hard work of $10 an hour, I don't have a lot of sympathy for the trials & travails of X number of Iraqis right now. NOBODY, -no one- posts about the 11,000+ American kids wounded in the last 11 months. I'm talking SERVICE-Folk. Post as you will about the climate endured by those distant who are affected by this abominable war-of-choice, but go on down to the hospitals right here in ATL and check in with the 5-or-so who have made it back this far. Missing legs, missing an arm, missing an eye, not ONE of them complains! "God, grant me the serenity to love thier best & never fear thier worst." Obviously, I'm a tad bitter that what's happening to numerous Iraqis is of more importance than the fate-forward of our own Son's & Daughter's. I think perhaps you will see them soon and extend a moment's pity before moving on to profound political observation. Ten bucks an hour to tend to them. I must be a chump. I forgot to think about the Iraqis. 10,000 of them known dead, 11,000 American wounded; the math just doesn't work right for me. With apologizies to Von Clausvitzs, war is not politics by other means; war is death, dis-member-ment, destruction and dis-illusion. For those who fight for it, WAR has a taste the protected will never know.