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 Shiite Muslim woman with her child waits for her injured family members, at a hospital in Baqouba, 60 kilometers (35 miles) northeast of Baghdad, Iraq, Saturday, Aug. 26, 2006. Unidentified gunmen opened fire on a fleeing Shiite family after the family has received a death threat from insurgents, killing four and injuring 11 of them, police said.
(AP Photo / Mohammed Adnan)
A hospital employee closes the eyes of a dead boy, killed in a shooting, at a hospital in Baqouba, 60 kilometers (35 miles) northeast of Baghdad,Iraq, Saturday Aug. 26, 2006. Unidentified gunmen opened fire on a fleeing Shiite family after the family has received a death threat from insurgents, killing four and injuring 11 of them, police said.
(AP Photo/Mohammed Adnan)
Sleep, baby, sleep
Your father tends the sheep
Your mother shakes the dreamland tree
And from it fall sweet dreams for thee
Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep
Our cottage vale is deep
The little lamb is on the green
With snowy fleece so soft and clean
Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep
traditional English lullaby
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