It was like walking
through a nightmare: drifting in an out of hospital rooms, down the long
hallways, her contact with shock-ravaged Iraqi parents interrupted only by
glimpses of their physically deformed and terminally sick babies who in many
cases, would never see the outside of Fallujah’s main hospital,
ever.
Then, the more than
vague sense that she must apologize. The words thick like molasses were hard to
form. “I felt inadequate,” said Donna Mulhearn. “What was so hard was, what do
you say to these people other than saying sorry, which I said over and over
again. You just wanted to offer more.”
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