Here they come.
A couple of minutes earlier than usual, I haven't got the car out of the garage yet.
I stand outside, and stare.
I used to be too embarrassed to do that at first, but not any more.
The first Hummer vehicle turns the corner and comes towards me. There are usually four.
As soon as they are close enough I look straight into the vehicle's square windows – straight at the china-doll faces inside.
At first they were too embarrassed to stare back. Then they started staring back – and then mostly ignored me.
I became fascinated with them when they first made it a practice to pass by my door every morning as I drive out my garage – so that it became a matter of "who does it first."
Every time I look, I see young men – so young, some younger than my student daughter – with difficulty I see their faces, old disillusioned expressions on their surprisingly young faces; the baby fat still lingering in some.
I can't help remembering my son. He was the same age.
I try to imagine what would have happened if they had met in a café, on --------- street, if there was no war on.
How would they have looked at each other?
Would they have become friends?
Would they have had a drink and a smoke and thumped each others' backs in laughter and camaraderie?
So young – too young to send on an errand of war,,, of killing .. and dying.
When they first came – years ago, they were full of feelings of pride – no doubt – for taking part in freeing a nation, for spreading the message of democracy to the barbarians.
Why, then, were they not met with open arms and open hearts?
Why were they looked at with shaded eyes filled with piercing hatred?
Had they missed their mark?
How do they feel now?
Please tell me – if you can hear me - How do you feel now?
My heart aches for young lives lost;,, I know …. I've been there.
No matter the colour
No matter the tongue.
They are so precious.
Please tell me – if you can hear me - How do you feel now?

That's a good question, Wendell. I'd like to know the answer as well. So far we know Laith wants us to leave like yesterday and Dulaimy wants us to leave, but with notice of 4 months for the Iraqis to get ready for what is to come. They also want the US to provide the passports and accomodations for the current Iraqi leadership to come live in the US. The people in al Anbar really are unhappy with this government. There are issues that simply can't be solved by the military. There are forces in Iraq that want to be secular as they were used to under the Saddam years and others that want to live a strictly religious life. Then everybody wants the foreign al Qaeda fighters and various trouble makers gone. It would be interesting to know if the Iraqis see the US troops being effective in meeting that end and bringing down some of the violence. No doubt, if the US troops could keep bridges from being blown up and electricity flowing in the country, that would score big with the Iraqi people. Oh, those in al Anbar want us to fix what we broke when we go. Again, that's probably not military, but lots of diplomacy and negotiations need to take place to try and make them whole. That's a legal term, maybe not possible to do, but we have to try. That's my humble opinion.
Posted by: ljm | June 03, 2007 at 04:01 AM
And I fell even sourer. But I'll turn it around: what do you think the least bad course is now: should we pull all combat forces out in 8 or 9 months? Are our forces doing good--from the point of view of Iraq and Irais--at this point?
Posted by: wendell | June 03, 2007 at 02:12 AM
Pretty f-ing sour. More and more, they are saying that the ONLY motivator is their professionalism, and their unit cohesion.
Posted by: wendell | June 03, 2007 at 02:06 AM
Dear Kassakhoon: The way I read this post, it sounded satirical--that Sahar was saying what might be in the soldiers' minds, not what is true. And sadly, I do think many thought they were bringing democracy, or even civilization, when they first came. I wish I could convey how hysterical people were in the U.S. at the beginning of this war. The majority were in favor of it, and people who spoke out against it were labeled traitors. The lies that were being spread with impunity overshadowed the truth in way that is still difficult for me to understand. There were those of us who knew it was wrong then--but it was as though we were in some other reality than most of the country. Even today, far too many Americans still believe that Saddam Hussein had something to do with 9/11/01. Completely absurd, I know, but.... I believe that there are people of ill-will involved in this war. They are the planners in the Bush administration, including the liars in the State Department and White House. Then there are the corporations who are making a killing--making a massacre--making a genocide of money over all this, and exploiting everyone and everything (Iraqis, American soldiers, the environment) as they do so. What is heartbreaking is knowing that--however misplaced, however misguided--the intentions of most the Americans in Iraq was to do good. And now, of course, many of them--as do most of us at home--understand that what they thought they were doing, what they were told they were doing it for, is neither true nor good. Worst of all, I believe, is how all the wrongs and pain planned, caused and ordered by the unjust has led to ordinary, good people--Americans and Iraqi alike--to lose sight of a sense of humanity--of that core understanding that we are all simply human. That we are more like each other than different from each other. I hate this. I hate how those of you thrust into this disaster are suffering. I hate the utter destruction of it all, the loss of life and culture and homes...and in some ways, maybe even worst of all, the loss of trust, the loss of seeing good in others, and--for some--good in oneself. What I am grateful for, Sahar, is that you see those young people with the eyes of a mother. The eyes of someone who knows just how human, how perfectly imperfect and love-worthy we are, just because we are human. How alike we are, or we could be, if this madness were not happening. I think of how your mother's eyes may be alighting on some other mother's son, some child this mother will not ever see again. Some husband who will not come home. And you, dear friend, already know what that is like. And still, you can see their humanity. Despite what they may be doing. Despite what you have suffered. May G-d bless you and keep you. And help us all.
Posted by: Laura | June 01, 2007 at 10:31 AM
I feel sorry to hear that from a fellow Iraqi...these guys have come here either for money or to get American citizenship and all the world knows that.
They are not here to spread democracy as you said and we are not barbarians and we don't want America to learn us democracy.
I'm sorry to say that but I'm sure that you are one of those who believes the Americans after all these years.
Sorry again to say that but this is really hurt me a lot.
Posted by: Baghdad's Kassakhoon | June 01, 2007 at 02:34 AM
I feel ashamed that my fellow citizens let this happen, and I feel ashamed that they let it continue, even though they now disapprove. And I feel despair that they will EVER wake up and realize the extent of the pain and misery they have inflicted on other countries, most recently Iraq.
Posted by: Susan | May 31, 2007 at 11:30 PM
Congratulations to Sahar and all the other award recipients at McClatchy for journalistic excellence and courage. You're the best!
Posted by: ljm | May 31, 2007 at 11:01 PM
Some of them feel like they want to fix the country they broke in 2003. Most of them are there looking out for each other until they can go home. They all want to go home. Then there are the wounded soldiers in places like Walter Reed who only want to go back to Iraq. They worry about those they left behind. One thing is for sure, like those in Iraq, none of these Americans will ever be the same. We are all changed forever.
Posted by: ljm | May 31, 2007 at 04:03 PM
I have no words, only tears....
Posted by: Heather Ann | May 31, 2007 at 03:16 PM