It was after a scorching, dusty day of unearthing a mass grave outside of Hillah, Margaret sat at a makeshift hotel bar inside one of Saddam’s palaces within the Green Zone. She sipped a dry gin Martini between swigs of bottled water, jumping every time a mortar round went off in the distance.
The Eighteenth Century Man
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