this diary is dedicated to all who suffer because of war
we love and support our troops, just as we love and support the Iraqi people – without exception, or precondition, or judgement.
image and poem below the fold
An Iraqi treats a wounded baby at a hospital in the Holy City of Najaf south of Baghdad. A suicide bomber has killed 35 people near one of Shiite Islam’s holiest shrines, in what Iraqi leaders branded an attempt to sow sectarian hatred and destroy a fragile peace process.
(AFP/Khodr Abbas)
Iraqi doctors treat an injured baby found alone at the site of a suicide bomber attack in Najaf August 10, 2006.
(Ali Abu Shish/Reuters)
Infant Joy
by William Blake
“I have no name:
I am but two days old.”
What shall I call thee?
“I happy am,
Joy is my name.”
Sweet joy befall thee!
Pretty joy!
Sweet joy, but two days old.
Sweet Joy I call thee:
Thou dost smile,
I sing the while;
Sweet joy befall thee!
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