an old my space post

A deadly game of gotcha!

Your in Iraq. Your father, like most, has been unemployed for over a year. Your family can't afford the staples in life, let alone comforts in a world of sectarian violence. Your walking down the street and see some copper wire or an piece of elctronics that you figure you could hawk for some good cash. You reach down to scoop it up and . . . .

BANG! GOTCHA!!!!!!!!!

A heavy round of machine gun fire peirces your chest. Pain! Pain! Pain!. You can't move - either something is broken or the bullet hit your spinal chord. You can't breath. It hurts so much. And your starting to gag on blood. Mom! Mom! Mom! You want to see your mom. Instinct tell you you are dying. Instinct tells you to keep your eyes open. Instinct tells you to lay down and let yourself die so it will be over. You are very afraid. BANG!!!!!!!! Another round goes through your face, as American soldiers take great pride in shooting insurgents in the face. Every bone in your face shatters and then you cease to exist. An insurgent? No way! you never wanted anything more than to get through this damn war intact. But thats what the records say. Your a killed insurgent, proof Bush will use to convince Congress that the surge is working. And your mother, as wails, won't even get the solace of an open casket funeral for her child.

Thats how it goes in Iraq.
http://www.dailykos.com/story/2007/9/24/71455/7034
Painting Targets on Iraqi Civilians Backs , "Baiting"