Photographer's Note

I took the time today to get out of the car to find the place where they died. It turns out that the mortar that hit the riverbank last evening killed an innocent mother and her two childen.

I stopped and, after shaking his hand and congratulating him on his country's return to sovereignty, I asked a man that makes his living washing cars on the side of the road, nearby to where it happened. He pointed the way and we all shook our heads and I told him afwan, habibi - I'm sorry, I love you. Habibi was his response.

The scene at the embankment of the Tigris told the whole story. A crater, a slipper, and the blood. My friend Ammar and I just looked at each other and said nothing. That was one of those moments where you need say nothing, yet both share exactly the same thoughts and feelings. Then we left. Some pictures and another memory that will never make sense and that I'll never forget.

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