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From Baghdad, Dick Gordon writes...

Today I watched volunteers digging bodies out of shallow, temporary graves at a hospital. Each mound of dirt is marked with an empty pop bottle. Inside the bottle is a written description of the person in the grave. Parents and siblings shake the paper out of each bottle and when they find a description that comes close to describing the person they're looking for, the volunteers go to work. They wear blue hospital smocks and rubber gloves. I watched four of them, on their hands and knees, brushing the dirt away from the cloth covering the face of someone's son. They do it with all the care of a parent brushing the hair from a sleeping child's face. It is horrible, and yet deeply moving to see the respect they show, for both the living and the dead.


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