As dusk approached, we were offered a final meal of flat bread, roast chicken, and tomatoes. The maniacal little leader came to watch us eat, all the while aiming his gun at us. “Eat, eat. Why do you have no appetite? Are you afraid, American pig?” he said and then laughed at his own joke. ...
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Five Days in Hell, Part One
It was nearly dusk on September 7, when we arrived at the outskirts of Tal Afar, Iraq. On the main highway to Mosul, about a dozen Iraqi policemen at a checkpoint were supervising a frightened exodus of civilian refugees. For the past week, there had been media reports of escalating violence between resistance fighters and...