An exile in Britain talks to his mother on the phone from Baghdad where life goes on amid the truck bombs and murdered relatives and no one is safe:
"Not even Bush’s death will solve our problem. I’ll be lying if I say I lost hope. When you are in love it is hard to do so. But my aims for Iraq have changed. I want this horrifying hybrid of a government to succeed and the 21,000 extra troops to take control. All I dream of which is no different to the millions of Iraqis is damage control force."
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THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 