When I was in Iraq, we moved into a small triangular shaped city block in Ramadi.
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-The little triangle south of the stadium, center bottom, to the right of the water tower.
My unit lived in a house. The Iraqi army lived right next door.
(The first and second houses from the left corner of the "triangle" at the bottom of the picture)
We used to stand between the buildings to smoke because there was about 10 feet clearance between the two, and there was little chance of a direct mortar hit, so we could stand there without our "battle rattle" on.
Well, the door into the IA house that led to the area between the buildings went right past what used to be a laundry room.
I say "used to be" because they turned it into the room where they would beat the holy living fuck out of detainees.
We'd stand there and smoke our cigarettes to the sounds of screams coming out of that door.
I went in once to carry an OpOrder for a joint patrol we had to the Iraqi commander of the unit there.
I made the mistake of looking in that room when I walked past.
They had a guy chained to the wall naked and were beating the shit out of him with bicycle chains, they wrapped one end around their hands and used them like whips.
Blood everywhere, the guy was screaming in Arabic, begging, and they just kept beating the fuck out of him while some guy filmed it, smiling.
Told my LT when I got back. He said
"It's not our country, not our problem."
To equate wiggling your fingers over someone and making them laugh, to that?
To someone having their bodies ripped apart by people who don't give a damn?
No fucking comparison.