Nor shield nor armour can their force oppose; Huge cantlets of his buckler strew the groun

They shut me up in a cupboard, and I could hardly breathe.

In multiple interviews the International Crisis Group found that “Iraqis relate countless stories of anti-Sunni violence by Security forces despite a nearby U.S. presence […]

I followed it as well as I could, I who have so often boasted of my memory now sniffing along for what seemed a league at least like a brachet and ready almost to yelp for joy at the thought of a place I knew, after so much emptiness, silence, and blackness.