I definitely hear birds on the CNN video feed now - and still a lot vehicular activity. It’s strange to think of Baghdad as just a city; Sleeping right now - as much as it can - in the lull of bombing and sirens. I’m listening to the birds chirp wildly in the relative silence of the night. It’s so easy to imagine it’s my city, Portland, in the summer. My windows are open and I can hear life beginning to stir in the hours before the dawn. Soon enough, I’ll no doubt be violently shaken from this peaceful reverie by the air raid sirens, then the bombing will begin. It will likely be the awful display that the world has been promised: Shock and Awe. It disgusts me that this city – so much like any other city on Earth - will be subjected to that horror. All I can do now is listen and wait for the inevitable. When the birds no longer sing I will curse this administration and the senseless destruction it has wrought.
Labels: iraq, media, Shock and Awe