A man with no face stares at me from the corner of a room. He pleads for help, but I'm afraid to move. He begins to cry. It is a pitiful sound, and it sickens me. He screams, but as I awaken, I realize the screams are mine.The damaged inflicted by our adventure in Iraq will be with us through a couple of generations.
I'm a very lucky person with every allergy known to man but still happy to be enjoying a wonderful life living in the best place in the world!