Today as I was driving, I saw a dead child lying next to a road in Odawara, Japan. It was on the local news. I had never seen a dead body before.
I'm sure that in Iraq many people have seen one, but I never had until today. He was a boy about five years old. He was in the typical cute clothes that kids of that age wear. I thought of my six-year-old son. I imagine the dead child had been hit by a car, but I don't know for sure what happened. Everyone at the scene was quiet and respectful.
I just knew he was dead. One man was wiping the blood from his head in a futile effort to stem the flow. I felt like crying. I imagined the anguish the parents must feel and how I would feel if I had lost one of my children