Look at this tripe they ask us to believe:
"About six months into our deployment, we were assigned a new area
topatrol, southwest of Baghdad. We spent a few weeks constructing a
combat outpost, and, in the process, we did a lot of digging. At first, we found
only household objects like silverware and cups. Then we dug deeper and
foundchildren's clothes: sandals, sweatpants, sweaters. Like a strange
archaeological dig of the recent past, the deeper we went, the more personal the
objects we discovered. And, eventually, we reached the bones. All children's
bones: tiny cracked tibias and shoulder blades. We found pieces of hands and
fingers. We found skull fragments. No one cared to speculate what, exactly, had
happened here, but it was clearly a Saddam-era dumping ground of some sort."
"One private, infamous as a joker and troublemaker, found the top part
of a human skull, which was almost perfectly preserved. It even had chunks of
hair, which were stiff and matted down with dirt. He squealed as he placed it on
his head like a crown. It was a perfect fit. As he marched around with the skull
on his head, people dropped shovels and sandbags, folding in half with laughter.
No one thought to tell him to stop. No one was disgusted. Me included. The
private wore the skull for the rest of the day and night. Even on a mission, he
put his helmet over the skull. He observed that he was grateful his hair had just
been cut--since it would make it easier to pick out the pieces of rotting flesh
that were digging into his head."
Imagine this: the private, an adult male, managed to get his cranium inside the skull of a presumably quite large child, and then fit his helmet over the whole thing. If you think about that for one second, you'll already be ahead of the lazy editors at the New Republic who just can't wait to think and publish the worst evil about or sons and daughters. The Weekly Standard http://www.weeklystandard.com/ is doing a good job of debunking this piece of fiction.
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