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Nov 23, 2007
Quickie Link: Our Man In Baghdad -- By Michael T. Luongo
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By vanrozenheim
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(Iraq) - He had the innocent look of a blond cherub, his hand twisted upright toward me as he lay asleep, his torso thrown over the scratch-graffiti surface of the wood table. His soft white palm was empty now, but I knew that only days before it had tightly grasped a rifle. The scattered voices of the other men who walked past us, the rumble of trucks and the roar of airplanes - none of it disturbed him, as if he were finally catching up on the sleep his time here had denied him.
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