I remember the day the day the statue of Saddam fell like it was yesterday. I was 25 years old at the time. When the marines came into the square, a huge crowd started to gather. There was a lot of cheering and shouting. Everyone was happy. We had welcomed in the US marines with open arms.
Me and a couple of my friends had decided to try to climb on top of the statue to get a better view of what was happening around us. When we reached the top of the concrete platform which the statue stood, a marine handed one of my friends a sturdy lenght of rope. My friend handed the rope to me and told me to wrap it around the statue.
People grabbed the rope and started pulling. Read the rest of this entry »