People who died yesterday.

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Security incidents in Iraq, July 6

06 Jul 2005 21:29:38 GMT
Source: Reuters

BAGHDAD, July 6 (Reuters) - Following are security incidents reported in Iraq on July 6 as of 2100 GMT.

*HILLA - A double car bomb attack in central Iraq killed at least 11 people and wounded 19 late on Wednesday, police sources said. The attack at Jbeila, near the mainly Shi'ite city of Hilla, 100 km (60 miles) south of Baghdad, struck a road into the town and a car sales lot. The dead were mostly civilians.

*BAGHDAD - Al Qaeda in Iraq said it would kill Egypt's envoy to Iraq, Ihab el-Sherif, whom it kidnapped on Saturday.

KIRKUK - A man was killed and two relatives wounded in an explosion at his home. Police said he was making a car bomb.

BAGHDAD - Police said Raqim al-Hilfi was killed by gunmen, adding that he was a member of the Shi'ite Badr militia. A day earlier al Qaeda in Iraq declared war on the Badr movement.

BAQUBA - The U.S. military said one of its soldiers was killed and two others wounded on Tuesday after a roadside bomb attack northeast of Baghdad.

BAGHDAD - Insurgents attacked an Iraqi police patrol in eastern Baghdad early on Wednesday killing one policeman and injuring 10 others, police said.

KIRKUK - A suicide car bomber killed one Iraqi soldier and injured four on Tuesday when he drove into an Iraqi army checkpoint on the main road to Baghdad, the Defence Ministry said in a statement.

KERBALA - A bomb blew up near a U.S military convoy in the Shi'ite holy city of Kerbala, police said. One Iraqi civilian was injured.

http://www.alertnet.org/thenews/newsdesk/GRA636250.htm

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1. "Security Incidents"

[thebigidea]

2. gee, where were all the calls for silence/mourning/nopolitics yesterday?

[jsamuel]

3. people are people

[bigtree]

4. I Noticed people disappeared,

When but a little child,—
Supposed they visited remote,
Or settled regions wild.

Now know I they both visited
And settled regions wild,
But did because they died,—a fact
Withheld the little child!

-Emily Dickenson

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6. Thanks for poem - here is another...

everybody happy?
WE_WE_WE
& to hell with the chappy
who doesn't agree

(if you can't dentham
comma bentham;
or 1 law for the lions &
oxen is science)

Q:how numb can an unworld get?
A:number


-e.e.cummings

[bigtree]

7. I was too flip. Sorry. Here's another

he Metal Checks- (The Burden Of War)

By Louise Driscoll

{The scene is a bare room, with two shaded windows at the back, and a fireplace between them with a fire burning low. The room contains a few plain chairs, and a rough wooden table on which are piled many small wooden trays. THE COUNTER, who is Death, sits at the table. He wears a loose gray robe, and his face is partly concealed by a gray veil. THE BEARER is the World, that bears the burden of War. He wears a soiled robe of brown and green and he carries on his back a gunny-bag filled with the little metal disks that have been used for six identification of the slain common soldiers.}

The Bearer
HERE is a sack, a gunny sack,
A heavy sack I bring.
Here is toll of many a soul—
But not the soul of a king.

This is the toll of common men,
Who lived in the common way;
Lived upon bread and wine and love,
In the light of the common day.

This is the toll of working men,
Blood and brawn and brain.
Who shall render us again
The worth of all the slain?

The Counter
Pour them out on the table here.
C l i c k e t y—c l i c k e t y—c l a c k!
For every button a man went out,
And who shall call him back?
C l i c k e t y—c l i c k e t y—c l a c k!

One—two—three—four—
Every disk a soul!
Three score—four score—
So many boys went out to war.
Pick up that one that fell on the floor—
Didn’t you see it roll?
That was a man a month ago.
This was a man. Row upon row—
Pile them in tens and count them so.

The Bearer
I have an empty sack.
It is not large. Would you have said
That I could carry on my back
So great an army—and all dead?

{As THE COUNTER speaks THE BEARER lays the sack over his arm and helps count.}

The Counter
Put a hundred in each tray—
We can tally them best that way.
Careful—do you understand
You have ten men in your hand?
There’s another fallen—there—
Under that chair.

{THE BEARER finds and restores it.}

That was a man a month ago;
He could we and feel and know.
Then, into his throat there sped
A bit of lead.
Blood was salt in his mouth; he fell
And lay amid the battle wreck.
Nothing was left but this metal check—
And a wife and child, perhaps.

{THE BEARER finds the bag on his arm troublesome. He holds it up, inspecting it.}

The Bearer
What can one do with a thing like this?
Neither of life nor death it is!
For the dead serve not, though it served the dead.
The wounds it carried were wide and red,
Yet they stained it not. Can a man put food,
Potatoes or wheat, or even wood
That is kind and burns with a flame to warm
Living men who are comforted—
In a thing that has served so many dead?
There is no thrift in a graveyard dress,
It’s been shroud for too many men.
I’ll burn it and let the dead bless.

{He crosses himself and throws it into the fire. He watches it burn. THE COUNTER continues to pile up the metal checks, and drop them by hundreds into the trays which he piles one upon another. THE BEARER turns from the fire and speaks more slowly than before. He indicates the metal checks.}

Would not the blood of these make a great sea
For men to sail their ships on? It may be
No fish would swim in it, and the foul smell
Would make the sailors sick. Perhaps in Hell
There’s some such lake for men who rush to war
Prating of glory, and upon the shore
Will stand the wives and children and old men
Bereft, to drive them back again
When they seek haven. Some such thing
I thought the while I bore it on my back
And heard the metal pieces clattering.

The Counter
Four score—five score—
These and as many more.
Forward—march!—into the tray!
No bugles blow today,
No captains lead the way;
But mothers and wives,
Fathers, sisters, little sons,
Count the cost
Of the lost;
And we count the unlived lives,
The forever unborn ones
Who might have been your sons.

The Bearer
Could not the hands of these rebuild
That which has been destroyed?
Oh, the poor hands! that once were strong and filled
With implements of labor whereby they
Served home and country through the peaceful day.
When those who made the war stand face to face
With these slain soldiers in that unknown place
Whither the dead go, what will be the word
By dead lips spoken and by dead ears heard?
Will souls say King or Kaiser? Will souls prate
Of earthly glory in that new estate?

The Counter
One hundred thousand—
One hundred and fifty thousand—
Two hundred—

The Bearer
Can this check plough?
Can it sow? can it reap?
Can we arouse it?
Is it asleep?

Can it hear when a child cries?—
Comfort a wife?
This little metal disk
Stands for a life.

Can this check build,
Laying stone upon stone?
Once it was warm flesh
Folded on bone.

Sinew and muscle firm,
Look at it—can
This little metal check
Stand for a man?

The Counter
One—two—three—four—

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8. That was good too - Here is "Dream Deferred"

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore--
And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?


-Langston Hughes

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9. Hughes- I'm gonna spam you one more time

"Let America be America Again"

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

full poem:
http://www.poetryconnection.net/poets/Langston_Hughes/2385

[Tesha]

5. Kick... (NT)

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10. one more kick

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