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pritchke · 04-16-2003, 12:18 PM

When U.S. forces arrived in the Iraqi capital, ALEXANDRE TRUDEAU was already there. His exclusive account

http://www.macleans.ca/xta-doc2/2003...er/58453.shtml

Contains more about Omar and Farouk

DURING A MOMENTARY lull in the fighting, Omar goes out for bread. He comes back with an interesting tale. "I was driving along, the streets deserted," he recounts. "A lone Fedayeen soldier waves to me, asking for a ride. He is quite young. He wants me to take him to the bus station. He is a mess. 'Look at my hands,' he laments -- they are shaking. 'They crossed the gates of the north,' he says. 'So many! We will fight their soldiers, we will fight their tanks. But we are defenceless against their Apaches. It is lost. I'm going home.' "

The young soldier was almost in tears, Omar tells me, continuing his story. "I ask him, 'Do you need money?' 'No' he replies. 'Just take me to the station. But could I have a cigarette, maybe?' " Omar says he gave the soldier a whole pack, but adds that as they approached the bus station, he heard someone yelling his name. It was Farouk, Omar's old friend and a soldier of Saddam's Baath party. "Farouk is not wearing his uniform and doesn't have his gun," says Omar. "I drop off the Fedayeen and pick him up. Farouk tells me I shouldn't have picked the soldier up because he is a deserter. So I ask Farouk, why is he running around like this? He answers, laughing, 'I'm a deserter. I came to my post, but it was locked up and no one was there. So I am going home -- to hell with this.' "

04-16-2003, 12:18 PM	#1
pritchke Bastet - Egyptian Cat Goddess Join Date: September 5, 2001 Location: Calgary, AB Age: 50 Posts: 3,491	When U.S. forces arrived in the Iraqi capital, ALEXANDRE TRUDEAU was already there. His exclusive account http://www.macleans.ca/xta-doc2/2003...er/58453.shtml Contains more about Omar and Farouk DURING A MOMENTARY lull in the fighting, Omar goes out for bread. He comes back with an interesting tale. "I was driving along, the streets deserted," he recounts. "A lone Fedayeen soldier waves to me, asking for a ride. He is quite young. He wants me to take him to the bus station. He is a mess. 'Look at my hands,' he laments -- they are shaking. 'They crossed the gates of the north,' he says. 'So many! We will fight their soldiers, we will fight their tanks. But we are defenceless against their Apaches. It is lost. I'm going home.' " The young soldier was almost in tears, Omar tells me, continuing his story. "I ask him, 'Do you need money?' 'No' he replies. 'Just take me to the station. But could I have a cigarette, maybe?' " Omar says he gave the soldier a whole pack, but adds that as they approached the bus station, he heard someone yelling his name. It was Farouk, Omar's old friend and a soldier of Saddam's Baath party. "Farouk is not wearing his uniform and doesn't have his gun," says Omar. "I drop off the Fedayeen and pick him up. Farouk tells me I shouldn't have picked the soldier up because he is a deserter. So I ask Farouk, why is he running around like this? He answers, laughing, 'I'm a deserter. I came to my post, but it was locked up and no one was there. So I am going home -- to hell with this.' "