Some of mystuff written in 2004

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My stuff here was written in 2004........ I received the photos today.......... It doesn't matter if the children are Iraqi or Palestinian, they are still innocents.... and now dead. OMG!!!

by a woman known as cal
terror is only terror when it's spelled within lies....

Terror is the thought that the people we terrorize don't know us.

Terror is the boy just shot who could have been my son's best friend.

Terror is the fact that I love children and they love me and the one that died yesterday may well have been one that I could have helped tomorrow.

Terror is knowing that there are angels in heaven that should be walking the earth as humans today.

Terror is a world so corrupt that a child isn't allowed to be a child but instead a number within words like collaterral damage.

Terror is a child of tomorrow without a stomach trying to digest something so simple as a mother's milk.

Terror is a world caught up in something so ugly that it may not recover.

Terror itself is only a word. Terror in reality is worse than the word. I would rather die tomorrow than feel terror for a life time.

Terror is used to control us and I would rather look point blank at a weapon and have it over with than live with it the rest of my days as a FOOL.

Terror is for the ELITE to reign down on a world and call that world THEIRS.

Terror is the end of humanity because it exists in a world of beauty and hope, and yet it hides those things from the masses because it is corrupt and evil and MUST have it's way.

Terror isn't human nature, instead it is EVIL's way. As long as it reigns, it is allowed to shadow all that is beautiful and sweet.

Terror is the devil's way of having the last say.

Terrorists are children of the opposition and children of our own. A terrorist is a child that is frightened of the other person because of lack of education of the other's culture.

Terror is only a word and when we get past the Terrorism, if we do, we should educate our children that Terror is only terror when Terrorists are in charge.

When we are allowed to hold hands, once past the WAR, we will gaze into the child's eyes and call him friend. Terror will be lost when the masks are uncovered and the true terrorists slither once again into their hidden worlds of deceipt.



by a woman known as cal
The Color of Torture


The Colors of Iraqi memories that will haunt our troops and the Iraqi people all their lives

The color of the eyes didn't show but BROWN is the color they were before the ordeal.

BRONZE was the color of the skin, although some people simply say dark. As the GOLDEN sun shone down on it, the skin turned a darker shade still and appeared BLACK. The 130 degree weather affected all skin in one manner or another.

GREEN was the color of the leg. The doctor attributed the death to Gangreen and that is the color that set in after the wound. (The family will never know.)

PURPLE is the color that surrounds the areas of the wounds inflicted by the torturers. They are everywhere and even though his skin tone was BLACK the wounds show PURPLE in some places and slightly GREEN and BLUE in others.

BLACK and tones of red lines covered the lids of the eyes that closed and could not blink before death.

WHITE broken pieces of teeth could be seen beside the body.

The Private viewed the body and ran from the room. Twenty is quite young to have experienced so much in the last 24 hours. He will dream of the boy on the table who appeared younger than him in life. How did this happen? He could hardly recognize the person on the table except for the clothes in the corner.

He turned as the Sergeant walked through the door and asked him why he was here? The Sergeant hissed at him to use the clothes on the floor and dress the body. The doctor had completed the autopsy and the Private's duty was to see that the body was fully clothed.

The young man had tears in his eyes as he dressed....."the body" . He could see what he couldn't view as the body laid face up on the table covered only slightly with a sheet. He saw the blood on the underside of the body and he also saw the electrical dots that touched the youngster's genitals. He cried openly when the Sergeant walked out.

What happened to my life he wondered, as he relived the last year.

I want to tell the world
A story