Not feeling good, can’t explain why! Not unusual in a place, where bracing for bad news has become a habit. But still I could sense something bad. I could not find out what it was until 5:00 P.M. Saturday June 9, 2007. Camp Bucca was mortared.
I’m sure some people would beam at the mention of such news, “Serves them right,” some would announce. No it doesn’t. Al-Qaeda, Jaish Al-Mahdi, and God knows who else are wreaking havoc all over the country and go unpunished, but there are good people in that prison facility. I happened to share a family name and blood and parents and cousins, funny and bitter memories, laughs and tiffs and a roof with one of them.
I spent the rest of the day trying to keep mum away from the news. I didn’t blurt it out until I was sure he wasn’t hurt, but what about the families whose loved ones were not as lucky, do they know they should mourn their dead or are they still hopeful!
Now I’m not sure is it really safer for him to stay there and rub shoulders with fanatics or is it better to have him back and think of where will the Americans drop him; in a safe area, or in a war zone teeming with militiamen, who cannot wait to quench their thirst with a young man’s blood, will he be able to leave Iraq undamaged, will he be as fun as he used to be, will his soul be as bruised as the scars on his body!
I’m still praying, but I sure am helpless and dead sick of worrying.
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