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U.S. gunfire kills two Reuters employees in Baghdad
Were these people suffering? Yes. Were they helpless? Yes. Was this their version of crying, then? Was the explanation somewhere in the words of Psalms?
But what about a statement released a few days before by an Iraqi religious leader, which said, in part: "Yes, O Bush, we are the ones who kidnap your soldiers and kill them and burn them. We will continue, God willing, so long as you only know the language of blood and the scattering of remains. Our soldiers love the blood of your soldiers. They compete to chop off their heads. They like the game of burning down their vehicles."
What a freak show this place was. And maybe that was the explanation for the pile of weapons Kauzlarich was looking at, that it deserved no understanding whatsoever.
Weapons in a mosque, including an IED to burn vehicles and kill soldiers.
Shadi ghabees. Cooloh khara. Allah ye sheelack.
"Shukran," Kauzlarich said out loud to the general, keeping his other thoughts to himself. He made his way to his Humvee to figure out where to go next and was just settling into his seat when he was startled by a loud burst of gunfire.
"Machine gun fire," he said, wondering who was shooting.
But it wasn't machine gun fire. It was bigger. More thundering. It was coming from above, just to the east, where the AH-64 Apache helicopters were circling, and it was so loud the entire sky seemed to jerk.
Now came a second burst.
"Yeah! We killed more [expletive]," Kauzlarich said.
Now came more bursts.