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Thursday, 12 April 2007

April 12-15 and after, 2003
Jules Crittenden

The next few days begin to merge in my memory, as I began my perambulations around the palace district. I found deCamp outside the Big Head palace, walking up the marble stairs of his grand entranceway. The command tracks and a couple of tanks were parked between the fountain and the pillars, under the noses of Saddam’s four oversized bronze tributes to himself.   

“Nice setup,” I said.

“You gotta love this. This is like Patton in that German palace at the end of World War II,” deCamp said. He led the way up to his operations room, where he had his maps and paperwork spread out on Saddam’s big conference table, with staff officers and clerks in Saddam’s big ornate chairs at a couple of other desks and tables around the room. ...

It was good to be home that summer, to give my kids gifts like a day at the beach with their dad. But I told my buddy Mike Kirsch, a CBS Miami reporter who would know what I meant, that I was losing the power of being dead already, and I hated it. Each day home was sapping me of its strength, and I felt misplaced in this most familiar of places. I was waiting for this peaceful life to regain its weight. It took a very long time.

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Posted by Bill Faith on April 12, 2007 at 01:25 AM in Critter, Iraq, Islamism Delenda Est | Permalink

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