Summary
I DON'T just blame my brother's death on the Iraqis. I blame you. Your sons are all tucked up nicely in bed at night. I cry myself to sleep most of the time Every word of 14-year-old Maxine Gentle's letter to the Prime Minister aches with grief for her big brother Gordon, who was just 19 when he was killed in Iraq in June. Every sentence raises the question of why this wretchedly misbegotten war was begun at all.
She is not alone in her anguish. Among the families of the other 64 British fatalities, parents who still have children serving in Iraq and in the wider public too there is a palpable sense of pointlessness over a terrible waste of young lives.See the full content of this document
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The Bitter Price of Blair's War
Of course soldiers have always known they might be called upon to fight and perhaps to die. Like all his comrades, Gordon Gentle was a brave vol...
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