Burgundy & Gold peppered with workday odor
Permeating through the Rosslyn tunnels
As cassowary-like commuters cram
The cabs of the orange line train to Vienna
Green dress beckons
Alluring to the morning eyes
Adoring gaze falls
On the unzippered long back
November 8, 2005
The shadows flickered silhouettes across the room as the guests settled around with their evening meals. One by one they crosses their feet under them as they settled on the pillows. The shadows flickered silently. Then someone spoke.
“There are no words to describe the sufferings on Fallujans,” bemoaned the cleric in trying to explain the inexplicable year later aftermath of the U.S. led invasion.
“Those boys were not terrorists. We knew where they prayed, ate and slept. They were the boys from our neighborhood and everyone was accounted for,” said Akhtar, followed by a silent whisper, “They were targeted to be killed.”
Baghdad International Airport
October 1, 2004
His feet barely dropped on Iraqi soil when his heart started palpitating with its internal jihad. The civilians and soldiers bustled passed Fletcher Adams as he bent over slightly to pace his heart beat. His head swam in second thoughts: family and friends he left behind, music that he missed playing, and devotion to leading the youth of camping trips. Fletcher felt sick for the first time since his training as a peacekeeper six months ago. He emptied his stomach in one strong decisive heave onto the tarmac of Baghdad International Airport which just changed its name from Saddam International Airport and returned to civilian control.
O’Hare International Airport, Chicago
September 17, 2004
The tall, awkward, lanky silhouette of Fletcher Adams drew itself on the glass encasing the Hudson News & Gifts. Taking his sweet time just like his 3-days of delayed flights, he slowly scanned the visible headlines without picking up the rest – U.N. Secretary General Kofi Annan declares Iraq war illegal; Intelligence report delivered to Bush warns of civil war. Bush’s response: the CIA is “just guessing;” Death toll of U.S. soldiers in Iraq passes 1,000. Fletcher took another breath of normalcy as he continued scanning.
Fallujah, Al Anbar Province, Iraq
November 7, 2004
Operation Al-Fajr (aka Phantom Fury)
Fallujah, a city of mosques, located forty miles west of Baghdad woke up to the familiar cascading sounds of call to prayer rippling through the city as muezzins sound the adhan.