http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A15789-2004Apr15.htmlThis story contains a deeply troubling passage:
At 10 a.m. Wednesday, a man and woman tentatively crossed the alley, carrying a white flag. Browne trained his weapon on them but did not fire. Five minutes later, another Marine on the roof spotted a man in a white robe coming out of his house and bending over in his garden. Browne tensed, watched, waited. The rooftop around him was littered with spent shell casings. In the distance rose the tiled minaret of a mosque, gouged by a missile.
"If he displays hostile intent, drop him," the other Marine whispered. The man in the white robe kept gardening, apparently oblivious.
Impatient, the other Marine squeezed off one warning round from his M-16, and the man scurried back inside.
"Nobody should be on these streets now," Browne remarked, still squinting down his gunsight. "We gave them a chance to leave, and if they didn't, chances are they are up to no good." By this point, he confided, "I don't really think of them as people any more."
(My emphasis, of course)