On Capture of Saddam

His was finally captured. He was finally brought down. I am talking about Saddam Hussein of course. His image with the long beard was weird. It gave me a strange feeling. The reason I didn’t post anything sooner about the matter was this strange feeling. I was trying to figure it out. It cannot be sympathy. It definitely is not sympathy. My childhood's memory is full of days with the "orange" and "red" sirens, "orange" when Iraqi fighter jets were approaching our towns and cities in Iran, and "red" when they were above our heads bombing everywhere, even non-military locations. Eight years Iran and Iraq were at war. 1 million, 1'000'000 people died in those 8 years. All because Saddam was (and still is) a crazy man, and the West, including USA, USSR, Germany, and France supported him at the time with weapons, information, smiles and handshakes. I remember witnessing the building ruins in Tehran, Isfahan, and even in Khorram'shahr, a city closest to Iraqi boarder in south of Iran. I also remember the images from gassed soldiers. It indeed was terrifying. So you could imagine how I feel about Saddam growing up during the Iran-Iraq war, and the "red" sirens! So, no, the feeling couldn't be anything but joy. Maybe it was half astonishment, and half pleasure that a dictator like Saddam was actually hiding in a hole in the circumstances you all saw. Maybe the feeling had something to do with hope too. Hope for realizing yet again that all the dictators' fate is the same. They all will be brought down, one way or another. All it takes is time. So my fellow Iran-lover Iranians, be patient please. Time is indeed with us.