I glanced out over his desk, among the mass of wrinkled papers I saw a picture of my smiling daughter. Turning it over to read the back of it, tears filled my eyes. It said "To Daddy" In bright red crayon. Those crayons were the reason she wasnt there today. About a month ago his wife and daughter had been in baghdad, there house used as a sniper tower by guerilla fighters. A fire fight had broken out, and the woman and girl had to flee. But the girl had forgot her crayons, and broke off from her mother to run back and get them. She was killed by a american sniper, They say it was a accident. But I dont believe that, oh How I wish this war would end. The corruption of saddam, at least left hope for us. But seeing the corruption of the americans, the ones who are supposed to be our saviors. We dont even have that any longer. My brother, was shot on sight because he looked "foony" They thought he had a hand gun, when in reality he had bought some water pistols for his children. walking down the street he was filled with a cache of bullets from a M-16. They just left his body in the street, they didnt even stop to see what had happened.

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Hmm...is this from the viewpoint of an Iraqi or what? I'm taking that with the anti-American slurs it probably is. Hmm...as for a title...if its on the Iraqis side I'd call it...umm...I haven't got a clue! I'll try to get back to ya on this one Novo! Keep up the interesting work!

yeah, I thought it would be interesting to hear things from the point of view of a Iraqi Civilian.. or Not