Badr Forces; An Evil Iraqi Death Squad

While sitting here at my desk struggling to find the perfect attention grabbing line with which to open this article, I focus my gaze upon the small silver ring I have been wearing on the middle finger of my right hand every day for the past 10 months. This seemingly insignificant distraction just so happens to be the fundamental symbol of my inspiration for writing this article. It is nothing but a simple trinket that, aside from its obvious Arabic/Mid-Eastern design pattern, looks as if I could have retrieved it from a bubble gum dispenser at the local supermarket. However, the ethereal emotional strings that link this modest bauble to my heart are beyond precious to me and worth as much or more than any of my other material possessions.