Wrong Target

Wrong Target Wrong Target

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Genre: War and Military

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Status: Finished

Genre: War and Military

Summary

A true based on insidents revealing emotional aspects of war, back from Iraq War.

Summary

A true based on insidents revealing emotional aspects of war, back from Iraq War.

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Submitted: January 24, 2013

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Submitted: January 24, 2013

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It was in December 2004, the second year of Iraq war when people really started to think of leaving Iraq for good; and never come back. Things got bad and even worse. Iraqi multi-militants of different doctrine groups are forcing natives to join their sides, though sometimes people themselves, insists on joining these groups even when they don't resemble their origin. It is not that easy to reach agreements, when living among more than ten cultures spread all over Iraq like spectrum along the borders from north to south, each one is completely different from the other. People started fighting with themselves, and conflicts even went far to reach the "inside" of families bonds. Celebrating freedom, dropping pictures of former president Saddam and totally open internet and communication choices has become through time a common one, not as exciting as it started to be. Mobiles made a huge change of our lives. It was even when strikes and raids were hitting the area, people still insist on going out buying mobiles and phone lines to go through such experiment!

At evening, we call each other to have long conversations instead of visit activities. I called my friends times and times to have a small chat with no answering back. I really started to feel anxious about her. She lives in a very "hot block" and far away from a secure one, deep south in Baghdad. Most of insurgents and militants live there. Ameriya had never witnessed calm war climate since war started. Battling and confrontations between hidden resistant militant and US forces took weeks and weeks before settling down back, to normal aspect of life again.

We hardly spoke to each other since war sparked, just brief conversations through mobile, which was completely forbidden by former regime has become our only solitude, maybe entertainment, to insure communicating with each other following a block situation, and car bane rules due to repeatedly conflicts.

My mobile finally rang. I rushed holding it knowing for sure it was her. Her voice, with shivering tune soon came up; 'Yes, I'm here. Our family was hit by a sudden attach from soldiers, they broke the front gate, and smashed the main house door, we had to hide our mobiles and with our hands up; we barely understood what's going on! They made us go down on floor with our hands captured with wires. The interpreter asked us about our names, and family nick name; once we shouted loudly saying it, he screamed with "wrong target, wrong target buddies". 'Oh God, did they hurt you?', I replied. 'No. they soon apologized and offered for fixing the gate and doors and we all sat around trying to comfort each other. We were investigated for hidden weapons and insurgent's areas. It is quite terrible either. You can't say the truth! For once the soldiers will go out, another militants will occupy us and ask us what did we told them. We really don't know what to do. All of what we spoke was we don't know, honestly we don't. Thank God things went calm. My mum offered to make tea, and all of us sat drinking tea and the just backed regular large loaf of bread from outside oven, our old (Tennur)*; you know. They really liked it, and asked for more. They spoke of their longing to go back home for Christmas, and my mum prayed for them that they would'. 'I'm really sorry dear, thank God you are all ok, your voice still shivering; will call you later' I replied.

Once the target appears to be wrong one, the interpreter and national guards are the ones who bear the blames. Compensations were usually made either right away, that is the soldier pays from his own pocket; or by a regular form to be filled by civil organizations' officer stating that damage was done and an amount of money will be set within. It is really unfortunately how some _ I wouldn't say all, of national guards who accompanied soldiers, whisper aside in the ears of families to write large amounts and some of money as compensations to make profit of the situation!

Though I have always wondered why American soldiers had to do police work inside civilian areas and native blocks the time that it is not how they are built; and the stressful situation for both of us, I always was keen to be prepared, and bear in mind that I would be subject for investigation of a sudden attack of wrong target, just like my friend's, at any time!

  • Tennur : is a local stove or oven built from mud, to bake large loaf of bread in it. It is used in most areas of Iraq.


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