Losing My Religion

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I lost my faith in G*d on the streets of Baghdad.

It wasn’t one thing in particular. Instead, it was the sum of the six months I spent “training the Iraqi Police.” Perhaps it was the dead little girls strewn on the streets of Baghdad? Or perhaps it was the IEDs placed in people’s stomachs? Or maybe it was the carnage I saw every day in the form of car b…