Lurid tales of the ongoing atrocity . . . from one of the world’s leading purveyors of lurid atrocity stories. Salt recommended. Ruthlessly EFL’d. Hat tip to the Brothers Judd.
As we drive through the back roads on the way to Falluja, US jets are pounding the area around the tiny village of Garma. The sight of US reinforcements flying into the area and the continuous sound of explosions and gunfire proves too much for my driver. He pulls into the village, unwilling to go any further.
Smart man.
. . . I call an Aljazeera cameraman in Falluja to check on his safety. My colleague’s voice is panic-stricken as he describes the scene, . . . "There are images we can’t show because it’s just too gruesome. I have never seen anything like this before," he says. "There are bodies everywhere, and people can’t go out to retrieve them because they’re too afraid of being blown away themselves. I can’t believe the number of children here, we were at the hospital and it’s full of dead and wounded kids. . . ."
"No men of military age, though. Nope. Not a one to be found anywhere in town. They’re all . . . up at the lodge near Mosul, hunting elk."
"Back at our office the Americans are shooting at us. I walk out of the bathroom and a laser is pointed at my chest," he says, referring to US sharpshooters in the area.
He’s obviously lying. If a U.S. sharpshooter had a bead on him like that, he’d already be dead.
"We’d just bought cigarettes from a store across the street; no more than ten minutes later it was bombed."
"Damned USMC tobacco lawyers!" |