“Desperado” by Michael Loniewski
Bashir had witnessed his share of riddled bodies since the Americans had invaded, but this was the first from his own hand . . .
Tag: Iraq
“Getting Bombed in Iraq” by Raymond E. Lee
A hole at the base of a crumbling T-wall was the only point of entry to the group’s hideaway. Inside they were like kids in a clubhouse. They felt safe there, the wash of incandescent lighting creating shadows from every angle. They could drink, smoke, play cards, and talk shit about everybody they worked with without fear of outsiders or superiors intruding . . .