IRAQ UPRISING

Falluja by Jo Wilding
I'm sorry it's so long, but please, please read and forward widely. The truth of what's happening in Falluja has to get out.

April 11th Falluja

Trucks, oil tankers, tanks are burning on the highway east to Falluja.
A stream of boys and men goes to and from a lorry that's not burnt,
stripping it bare. We turn onto the back roads through Abu Ghraib, Nuha and Ahrar
singing in Arabic, past the vehicles full of people and a few
possessions, heading the other way, past the improvised refreshment posts along the
way where boys throw food through the windows into the bus for us and for
the people inside still inside Falluja.

The bus is following a car with the nephew of a local sheikh and a
guide who has contacts with the Mujahedin and has cleared this with them. The
reason I'm on the bus is that a journalist I knew turned up at my door at
about 11 at night telling me things were desperate in Falluja, he'd been
bringing out children with their limbs blown off, the US soldiers were going around
telling people to leave by dusk or be killed, but then when people fled
with whatever they could carry, they were being stopped at the US military
checkpoint on the edge of town and not let out, trapped, watching the
sun godown.

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