I could not help it. Tears welled up in my eyes as I read and viewed stories and photos of the first snow fall in living memory in Baghdad. I saw pics of Iraqi adults and children with smiles as they witnessed the “white cotton” falling like rain over their war scape that is their city and land. I thought, we have brought these people so much hardship, so much death (151,000 according to the World Health Organization) and destruction and forced refugees in the millions, prisoner abuse (as the only American officer who was convicted of the abuse at Abu Graib scandal had it overturned), that here nature was creating one large White Zone, unifying all Iraqis for a moment. I couldn’t help it. I felt joy and tremendous sadness all at once for these people. We’ve got to get our troops out of there. Very, very, very, very soon.
If Hillary Clinton can have tears well up in explaining how the campaign is “personal”, I can have tears well up to show how personal the war and occupation in Iraq is for me, and for the rest of us.
[To see snow in Baghdad, go here.]