Some wise men said he had a tumor.
He should undergo surgery.
In the OR
Andrew is on the operating table, his life in the hands of professionals who took it upon themselves to cure him, of their own accord.
The surgeon cuts ... deep ... he removes the tumor, but is surprised to find that Andrew had many tumors. He starts to cut ... and cut ... all the while Andrew is losing his lifeblood faster than high technology is able to support his weakened frame. The surgeon is overwhelmed; unexpected hemorhaeges and complications mount and the situation looks bad ... and is getting constantly worse.
The surgeon gets frustrated. Things are not going the way they should, he is no longer the hero. Andrew is not getting better ... in fact his situation is very much more serious.
Disappointed, the surgeon decides that he has done enough and that he should not be expected to do more.
Andrew is on the operating table, cut up and bloody, his life slipping away.
Andrew is one man.
Iraq is much, much more.