Bring me home
We dress in black this time, & bring the list of names of the killed soldiers and Iraqis. Marie will be our wailer. We sit in a large circle with the four pictures facing inward. We place the soldiers on the steps, in cracks in the wall, on tree branches & benches, leaving a trail of soldiers wherever we go.
Toby begins playing the drum & reading off the names of the dead. Marie begins wailing for her children, her dead children, screaming 'why, why, why'? Everyone is weeping, including the young people who have gathered around to witness our action. We get up and move to the next museum.