Cry, the despoiled city
Phillip Robertson“Look, Saddam is being pulled like a donkey”
Phillip Robertson“Am-ri-ka! Am-ri-ka! Am-ri-ka!”
Phillip RobertsonSudden death from the sky
Phillip Robertson“All kinds of metal was flying through the air”
Phillip RobertsonVillage people
Phillip RobertsonTalking with the enemy
Phillip RobertsonDown from the mountains to die
Phillip RobertsonThe war in the dark
Phillip RobertsonBombs fall on the northern front
Phillip RobertsonIn Iraq, fear is blooming like a flower
Phillip RobertsonHow I invaded Iraq, alone
Phillip RobertsonInside the other police state
Phillip RobertsonA bitter pill for Blair
Phillip RobertsonPartying while Afghanistan burns
Phillip RobertsonOn a secret Taliban trail into Afghanistan
Phillip RobertsonU.S. airstrike near Asadabad
Phillip RobertsonTribal Area dance
Phillip RobertsonA land of guns and whispers
Phillip RobertsonCan warlords make peace in Afghanistan?
Phillip RobertsonThe massacre at Oruzgan
Phillip RobertsonBeware the highwaymen
Phillip RobertsonThe deadly children of Ghazni
Phillip RobertsonKeeping the peace in Kabul
Phillip Robertson
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