Memorial Day at Arlington National Cemetery

Later on, I passed by and she was lying in the grass sobbing, speaking softly to the stone, this time her face close to the cold marble, as if whispering into Jimmy’s ear.

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  thanks to The Online Photographer

The view is from an Iraqi whose name is witheld for security purposes.

Great expectation

Five years ago,just like this day, one day before starting a freedom war, yes that what I thought. I had big dreams, large hopes of salvation from what we were live with Saddam regime. There was image stick in my mind from childish movies when the hero defeat the wizard, and every thing get better, the dry trees turn to green, rivers run again and hearing the voice of birds singing round with happiness. Honestly, I can say I was flying with my great expectations of what would happen tomorrow. I wasn’t waiting for a war. I was waiting for new life that is full with justice, fair, happiness, hope and love. I was waiting for the war of change. Even I vowed to God sacrifice sheep if we get rid of Saddam occupation of Iraq that what we believe at that time we were living under Saddam's occupation. I was happy, excited, and optimistic. Yes I was optimistic at that time. I believed all the pretexts of war because I was look like the drowned who is cling to a straw thinking that it will save him. Unfortunately now I feel that I’m drowning more and more. I discovered that I was deceived and now I believe the old saying “the devil that you know is better than the devil that you don’t know”

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  thanks to 'Just World News' with Helena Cobban

The Hell-Disaster of Iraq
The Little Men and the Inferno
by Robert Fisk

Five years on, and still we have not learnt. With each anniversary, the steps crumble beneath our feet, the stones ever more cracked, the sand ever finer. Five years of catastrophe in Iraq and I think of Churchill, who in the end called Palestine a "hell-disaster".

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If only all the death, pain, and misery could be felt by the fuckers that started this atrocity. Not once, but many times over.