So I was on the phone with one of the Baghdad teachers today. He sounded a little down so I told him about the House and Senate passing the 'get out of Iraq' bills. He didn't sound all that enthusiastic. We spoke briefly about how the bushman was going to veto the bill anyway, and how there wasn't enough support to override the veto, and how we really didn't know what was coming down the road.
"What's wrong, eHi?"
"They kidnapped another of the students today."
"In your class you mean?"
"No. Of the institute. The bus waited but he did not come. Later the driver came into the school to check but the boy was not here. Then we went to the parents, but he was not there. And they were so upset."
"I am so sorry. So sorry."
"It is another day here."
and we didn't talk any more about bills and politics and vetoes and...today all of that didn't matter much to my eHi, my brother, in Baghdad.