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A fellow student of mine wrote an account of his time in IRAQ as an assignment.

PLEASE READ!



On an early cold and dust morning during November of 2005, we stage for the attack. With the Syrian border less than a mile to our West and over 1400 Marines and soldiers preparing for the attack, I look at my Marines with utter respect. The past few days were complete chaos. Vehicles, houses and even roads were being completely destroyed right in front of our faces. With everything we had endured since we landed in the combat zone of Iraq, nothing could have prepared us for what we were about to see.
As we attack the town that intelligent had said was reinforced with combat hardened insurgents, we were completely ready to make the enemy die for whatever reason he chose. With accurate sniper fire taking a few Marines out of the fight, we were ready to free the town of evil. With each door that was kicked it, another house now remained in its rightful owners hands.
About three blocks into the town, I take my squad into a house to find a woman laying in the living room floor hold what looked to be a rag. While my other Marines finished clearing the house, I got the translator to speak with the crying lady. That is when I realized what the insurgents were capable of. Inside the rag laid a baby. The baby lay silent and bloodied. With a cut from ear to ear, the baby with obliviously dead. With the rapid rate that the Iraqi lady was speaking, I could not make out what she was saying. The translator soon told me that the insurgents had taken her house in order to attack the Marines as we progressed into the town. Once we had reached an area that the insurgents no longer felt safe, they ran down stairs. Before leaving they looked at the lady and pulled a knife out. Instead of killing her, they took her baby and cut its throat leaving it to bleed out in the mother’s arms.
With this short memory of mine that happened within a time period of only an hour, it changed my life completely. Regardless what you hear or see on the news, no one knows what is really going on in Iraq unless you are on the front lines. You will never see a story like this in the headlines. You will only see death figures of U.S. troops. Why? Because America does not believe they belong in the country of Iraq. For those who think that, then you are probably rolling your eyes right now. I have been there, I have seen it and that is why I am trying to head back into the fight as we speak. With evil men commenting those acts on their own people, I have to ask you one question. Why wouldn’t you want us to hunt them down and kill them? With time at the track were on, those people will be in our backyards doing the exact same thing soon. The evil of the world only wants one thing. BLOOD! It’s time to decide where you stand. Are you going to be the one giving the blood? Or are you going to protect the blood?






Some ****ed up shit!!!!