Sometimes, as our convoy made its way down the neglected rural roads, the countryside was so bucolic, so rustic, it seemed impossible that a war was going on. Emotionally, it was a portrait in chiaroscuro. The differences were so profound. The most irenic, peaceful setting could literally explode into violence without warning. The contrasts were difficult to comprehend.
Yet, it was these irenic moments that brought life back into focus. There were so many reminders of a kind and loving God. Seeing nature’s beauty and innocence abound served as a wonderful reminder of what was at stake and what was possible.
LITTLE SHEPHERDS
Like little cherubs
they stand in golden fields of harvested grain
sheep, goats, and cows dwarf them
as they clean the cultivated earth
They are the tinniest of guards
barefoot in long colorful, tribal dresses
Like stair steps
they follow their older sisters
Our tactical caravan approaches
as they have for centuries
The deep powder roads of old
now covered with broken pavement
The older shepherds wave and smile broadly
their junior shadows clinging to their skirts
or toddling to take cover behind them
The hope in their eyes
is an infant miracle
Beyond them, the tall reeds glisten in the sun
and wave optimistically
By the deep blue waters
of the irrigation canals
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** Editor’s Note: This piece was taken from a book Col. State wrote about reflections of his time in Iraq.