The images will not leave my mind. A baby, not seven weeks old, shot in the face to “send a message” to villagers supporting the Iraqi government.
A young woman, her eyes fixed straight ahead, as the jihadist blade first cuts into her throat, her gasping, choking last breaths drowned out by shrieks of “Allahu akbar!”
The body parts of children and their parents, strewn across the shattered storefront, mingled with the body parts of the first responders, as a “routine” attack by successive suicide bombers — one targeting civilians, the next targeting rescuers — took its deadly toll.
The tiny blood-spattered shoes …