Road of Ramadi - the special rebellion of the first sergeant Camilo Mikia

How did it happen that I ended up in this place? This was a question that I would like to reiterate me during my service in Iraq during the summer of 2003. It was an issue to find myself riding in the back of a truck crossing the dusty streets in the warmest Ramadi, which is a three -shape Sunni city located to the west of the city of Baghdad . I was supposed to direct all my attention to the observation of the fighters who made the road that we used to extension, a death trap for the American forces. However, it was an affair to see children running in front of the doors of their homes from where they were watching our car while she was passing, and they would remember the children that I had previously seen in Nicargua, the country in which I was born: they are the boys of their bodies of their bodies are atrophied and suffer from filth, and their faces were inspired by a case the weather. They were appearing at the optical emblem in dozens, racing to get an opportunity to wipe the windshield of cars, or when they were trying to make people give them a wage for their guarding of their cars during the car owners going to shop in the groceries. My mind would have raised questions about the task of limiting the number of incompetent and similar to the bombs that exploded alongside the road and snipers, and this was confirmed that these children were the same ones I had previously seen. I was memory of my childhood time in Nicaragua after the reign of Samuza, in which I was the son of the Sandansine leaders, where I was a lucky child from the revolution. Once again, the question echoes inside me, how did it end up in this place? Obeikan Publishing