(warining: graphic image if you click on this link . . .)
http://www.salon.com/news/feature/2003/10/29/baghdad_diary1/index.html(snip)
"I followed the boys to a place in the road where we couldn't avoid the water. One of the boys carefully set down some rocks as a sort of miniature footbridge for me to step on. Then we skirted the high wall that encircled an unoccupied house opposite the blasted ICRC headquarters. We entered a gate behind the house, and followed along the inside of the wall to a place in the tall grass where the foot lay. The boys held their shirts up over their noses and mouths and pointed. Yes, it was a large man's foot, severed just above the ankle. The force of the blast had catapulted it over the wall surrounding the house, and it had missed detection during yesterday's post-blast cleanup. We stood ringed around the foot, staring at it. After a few minutes, I looked up and nodded my head. The boys nodded and, without a word, led the way out."
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http://www.salon.com/news/feature/2003/10/29/baghdad_diary1/index.html(graphic image . . .)