From the window she saw them ..four American soldiers in the light so dim She was told of a house to house search even of the Mosques...even their church
...'Infidels' she said 'Better off dead'
Because of them her husband had died Oh...how she had cried… much like the way she did weep and wail when her children were bombed in their sleep
...'Infidels' she said 'Much better off dead'
The soldiers entered at the door ..came in to finish their chore.. searching her little living space She hoped they’d find not a trace She smiled and lowered her head
...'Infidels' she said 'Much better off dead'
Upstairs was where they went next Quickly sliding open a secret panel filled with weapons and wares.. a booby trap she did fix.. stretching a wire across the stairs