A man is walking down the street, tripping, falling awkwardly, his hands and legs cast apart, his suitcase opened, papers out, his hat is hanging on the tree, his pants are torn.

There is no background story. This is abstract and funny.

Or take this: the same man is having a fight with his wife, they curse and shout, then one of them trips, falls awkwardly, hands and legs cast apart, everything around falls too.

There is some background story already. This is less abstract. But still funny.

Alright, now take this: our hero is in Iraq, trying to save the life of a bomb explosion victim, making his way through debris and ruins. He trips and falls awkwardly, his hands and legs cast apart, I bet his pants are torn. Would you still laugh?

My daily rantings from Iraq.

What "war" has been like for one U.S. soldier.

No, of course Obama is not Osama, but do you remember Osama Bin-laden? The Twin Towers? The Pentagon? If you say no to any of these, then you must read this. If you still remember this tragedy (and I hope many of us still do) come and read this article, maybe this will shed a light on many subjects, stereotyping, racism, terrorism etc.) Come forth, and enjoy!

Army 12 dead, 31 hurt in attack at Fort Hood.

Blindness is a choice.

Momma sits on the front porch in her favorite rocking chair as I climb out of my truck and hitch my way up the steps to her. Her hands are busy stringing green beans, breaking them up and dropping them in a kettle full of water on the chair next to her.

I ask you when.

About the war in Iraq, from my point of view from the perspective of the Iraqis.

Some random thoughts from my childhood, recalled in a war-zone.