I can't sleep, because I have seared visions of all those poor, loyal Iraqi soldiers rounded up, handcuffed with terror in their eyes and forced to speak in a video while cowards in machine guns watch. These poor men, wondering, expecting that eventually someone will rescue them, and they'll be home. I see some who are obviously veteran soldiers, probably who have engaged in many battles over the years, who were trained by our soldiers, fought besides us and with whom they still have warm friendships. I can't sleep, because I keep seeing them on their knees, then murdered one...