When the darkness falls in Baghdad, you sit there looking out at the starry desert sky and you wonder, When will the gently twinkling lights be snuffed out by a sudden explosion of fire? When will the neon lines of tracers redraw the contours of the landscape in unthinkable ways? Will the trees and houses and mosques and suspect sites spreading peacefully toward the horizon be nothing but dust and rubble tomorrow? Will people die?
But when the sun comes up again, you wonder if the night was all a bad dream. Iraqis go about their business of struggling to survive....
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