Let's throw out some ideas for the MONUMENT that we'd love to see erected in the traffic circle. (Realizing it will be the Iraqi people themselves who get to do that sort of thing.)
On the palace grounds they stood around, exhausted from almost two days without sleep but somehow not yet tired enough to sleep. First they had to get to tell their stories about how many RPGs hit their tracks "Four's nothin'; ours took five!' and the guy who got hit in the head by an RPG that was a dud, and the guy who got grazed by a bullet on the behind, this to the post- action amusement of his buddies.