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THE HANDSTAND | october 2004 |
The photographer Mazin
Da'na was murdered in Iraq; he had found out and told an
associate that the USA Army were burying their dead
soldiers in the desert in black body bags. The proof has
now come to light.![]() mass Grave in Ramadi Baghdad - Iraq on the 7th of March 2004 The pictures attached in this compressed file are off footage taken in the province of Ramadi - Iraq at a site that belongs to the Iraqi ministry of agriculture and was used until the end of January 2004 ![]() After a closer look, tracks & markings of heavy vehicles were discovered along with trenches and digging area that were left unattended. Further exploration of the site revealed the infamous black body bags that we in Iraq have heard so many rumors about. In these bags we found the dead ![]() They are soldiers who have been striped of all their clothes & IDs. in order to avoid their identification if discovered. A large number of bodies have been discovered & have been removed from the sites where they were found & relocated in places only known to our active personnel. These bodies have been relocated for the sole purpose of uncovering the mass deception & lies that the U.S. administration & the British government have carried out since the beginning of this conflict. ![]() ![]() These bodies will be handed over to the Red Cross at the suitable time in order to be returned to their families for proper burial. The above statement is being released by the Iraqi Islamic Army, one of the active factions that are resisting the occupying forces led by the United States & Britain. Further information will be released at the appropriate time.(This information was first recorded in March2004)The Iraqi Islamic Army. ![]() To Remember Mazin Dana Through a lense He too saw The dark shadow Moving among Men, and he revealed those crimes That the world must see. Through a lense His retina Swarmed As a bee In the hive of the cells, His photographic slides Ply the light of reason The honey of proof That we now pull For ourselves In season. But our season, Because we can no longer Adapt To the vindictive spasm Of evil That runs through Israel Out into the world, Must carry the crushing storms of voices Denouncing the creeds Wherein man seeks To gain from a God A spectral presence. This history of violence Now and in the future Culls from politics The final episode of insanity Keeping an appointment with lies. A bitter sorrow Brought about by the solitude Each witness keeps With his brothers Is a wind, Coursing As a dog In the hollows and crevices Of all hidden things Even in the fist. And in that manifesto Of belief That government holds out Out of control..... ( For violence Is now the method Of breath consuming the living; Air that is congealed On our guilty silence.) Hear that shot and speak out mankind Or you will turn down this road That Mazin trod. Jocelyn Braddell ©
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