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 judgment
we have no sympathy for the devil
images and poem below the fold
This undated photo of U.S. Army Sgt. Yevgeniy Ryndych, 24, was released by the United States Army Public Affairs Office in Fort Carson, Colo, Friday, Dec. 8, 2006. Ryndych was killed in action on Wednesday, Dec. 6, 2006 in Ramadi, Iraq. His family and fiancee were told of his death the day before, Thursday, Dec 8: the same day she got a package with the engagement ring that Ryndych ordered for her over the Internet, said the soldier’s brother, Ivan Ryndych.
(AP Photo/U.S. Army)
A hospital morgue worker carries the body of an Iraqi boy killed by gunmen in Baquba, 60 km (40 miles) northeast of Baghdad, December 10, 2006.
REUTERS/Helmiy Al-Azawi (IRAQ)
an email i received from a friend who had an IM Chat with a soldier in Iraq — my friend copied it so that i could see what’s going on:
yet another edition of i would never want to be in the military:
Soldier: today was a tough day
Soldier: we killed an inoccent mother and father, with the kid in the car
Soldier: accident
friend: oh no … what happeend?
Soldier: of course
friend: well you woudlnt’ do it on purpose
Soldier: they came too close, ignored signals given to stop
Soldier: and one of the guys did what he was supposed to, which was protect us
Soldier: everyone’s taking it pretty hard
friend: .. that is a very rough day
Soldier: esp. for the kid
friend: what did you do w/ him?
friend: put him in the closet
Soldier: j/k (sick joke)
Soldier: i dunno, we left him up in the aid station
Soldier: he was hit too
Soldier: but survied
friend: oh man
Soldier: everyone just kinda came back and zoned out
friend: i can imagine
Soldier: yeah nothing like being part of a kids worst memory
Soldier: man i’m gonna be an alcoholic
note: I included the IM in yesterday’s diary at dKos, and am re-running it today with different pictures, but without the poem that previously appeared.
