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Cry Me A Riverbend II

Wednesday, December 01, 2004

The terrorist son of a Fallujahn Terrorist is dead, but he will fight on.

But he hasn't summed up the courage yet to tell the boy's mother that her son is dead.

I fear that many Sunni Arabs will have to be sent to Paradise before Iraqis in this world will have any peace.

Residents said that in [the 13 year old boys] first operation in March, he hung out at the mayor's office for days, selling candy on the street and joking with U.S. soldiers. Once his presence became familiar, he managed to leave a homemade bomb at the building, which detonated. Soon after, he joined his father as a fighter.
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Abu Mohammed sent his son to fetch ammunition from among the rocket-propelled grenades, mortar shells, rockets and AK-47 assault rifles that he kept in a hole next to their one-room house. The boy ran, crouching, about 600 yards down a street lined with ocher-colored buildings. As he did, he was struck about 6:10 p.m. by a bullet whose source his father did not see. It pierced the back of Ahmed's neck and tore through his chest. The boy was buried three hours later, at a cemetery next to the Farouk mosque, with four others killed that day.


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