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Falluja

Falluja Who can forget this place? When the American moved in, they shot anything that moved, families at the dinner table and women hanging up washing. A badly wounded enemy, “a soldier”, was hurt, the only one alive in the room, he cried out in pain and was promptly shot dead. An embedded reporter saw this and wrote about it he lost his job and was called a traitor. Then ISIS came and nearly got till Baghdad, the brutal dictator who ran the country and made It into a modern state, women, didn´t have to wear a burka and could go to university That ended to when the Islamite took power, today Iraq is a totally corrupt state; it has free election and democracy.

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