The next morning we saw nothing of the enemy, though we were still lying to.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Between 2 and 3 in the morning of the 19th inst. I was aroused by the cry that the enemy was upon us.
Search for the truth. I tell you things and I always ask you to verify what I say. I told you yesterday that there was an attack and a retreat at Saddam's airport.
They were conspiring to desert us in the night and steal some of our horses... we engaged a spy.
In the first day of the Soviet Army's arrival, I and the other comrades were isolated and then found ourselves here, not knowing anything... I can only conjecture what could have happened.
People never lie so much as after a hunt, during a war or before an election.
Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.
Always there has been some terrible evil at home or some monstrous foreign power that was going to gobble us up if we did not blindly rally behind it.
We have met the enemy and he is us.
I woke up and all I could see was Iraqis standing all around me, looking down upon me. I knew at that moment something terrible had happened and I wasn't in the right place.
When we got down from the ambulances there were sharp cracks about us as bursts of shrapnel splashed down upon the Town Hall square. Dead soldiers lay outside and I glanced at them coldly. We were in search of the living.