By Chris Hedges, Laila Al-Arian
Collateral Damage brings jointly testimony from the most important variety of at the list, named, strive against veterans who exhibit the worrying, day-by-day fact of battle and profession in Iraq.
Through their eyes, we learn the way the mechanics of battle bring about the abuse and common killing of innocents. They describe convoys of automobiles roaring down roads, smashing into vehicles, and hitting Iraqi civilians. They element raids that depart households shot useless within the mayhem. they usually describe a battlefield within which troops, untrained to tell apart among fighters and civilians, are approved to shoot at any time when they believe threatened.
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