Here in Iraq, the stories of tragic lost are endless. They stack and compress against one another, like smoldering embers commingling in a fire. Merely breathing on them is a resurrection of sorrow, summoning tears and anguish all too close to the surface.
Gunfire and mortar shelling, all too quickly becomes a muted soundtrack set to scenes of conflict and bloodshed, oppression and suffering, tragic loss and inhumane acts of unspeakable depravity.
Despite all the heartache, it’s the resilient character of the citizens that continue to serve as signs of rebellion, rebellion against an ideology that’s often difficult to extinguish.