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An article in the Independent of London on June 6 begins like
“From high over Iraq yesterday, President George Bush cast his
Olympian eye over ancient Mesopotamia after praising the Americans in
Qatar who had "managed" the war against Saddam Hussein. But
far below him, on a dirty street corner in a dirty town called Fallujah
that Mr Bush would prefer not to hear about, was a story of American
blood and American power and American boots smashing down the front
gates of Iraqi homes.
” "She's got a gun," an American soldier shouted when he
caught sight of a woman in her backyard holding a Kalashnikov assault
rifle. "Put it down! Put the gun down!" he screamed at her.
The soldiers were hot and tired and angry. They'd been up since 3am,
ever since someone fired a grenade at a lorry-load of troops from the
101st Airborne. You could see why Mr Bush chose to avoid any triumphal
visits to Iraq.
“Survivors of the ambush were among the soldiers yesterday,
remembering the early hours as only soldiers can. "They fired a
grenade at a two-and- a-half ton truck full of the 101st Airborne and
then straffed it with AK fire and then just disappeared into the
night," one of them told me. "The guys were in a terrible
state. One of our soldiers was dead with his brains hanging out of his
head and his stomach hanging out, and there were eight others in the
back shouting and pulling bits of shrapnel out of their legs."
“Before dawn, the Americans came back to wash their comrades' blood
off the street. Then they returned once more to deal with the people who
live in this scruffy corner of the old Baathist city of Fallujah.”
- Robert Fisk, Independent reporter, recently back
from Fallujah, Iraq.