A few pigeons landed on the windowsill, cooing as they pecked at the leftover breadcrumbs from last night.
Rashim looked at the pigeons and suddenly remembered three years ago, it was at this window that he witnessed a suicide truck crashing into the police station opposite the Ministry of Defense, turning the entire building into ruins.
The flock of pigeons scattered in fright, blood and flesh splattered, screams and gunshots echoed throughout the block.
How quiet Baghdad is now.
Unfortunately, this quietness is only superficial.
"Why don't we... send troops to assist Song Heping?"
Rashim repeated Faruk's cautiously proposed suggestion: "Which brigade to send? The Sixth Division? The Eighth Division? Or have the Presidential Guard escort this batch of military supplies?"
Faruk did not answer.
In fact, he already had the answer in his mind.
The commander of the Sixth Division is the brother-in-law of Deputy Minister Hashimi.
