SINJAR, Iraq—Evil doesn’t always reveal itself through goose-stepping armies or skyscrapers collapsing on a clear autumn day.
Sometimes, it’s only a sun-bleached bone in a field.
This was the place the old peshmerga colonel wanted to show me. It wasn’t anything special by the look of it. Certainly, this plot of brown grass on a hillside in northern Iraq was less impressive than Sinjar’s endless rows of pulverized buildings, blasted to bits by Islamic State bombs and U.S. airstrikes.
But here on this plot of land, so easily overlooked, a few white bones and some tattered clothes melded into the …read more
Source: The Daily Signal
