“That’s their home.”
Uday pointed at the pile of rubble across the street from the aid delivery site.
“The destroyed one?
“Yes, yes, that one…they lost their house.”
It was hard not to stare, slack-jawed, as we surveyed the gaping void on the street corner. The rest of the street remained lined with family homes, but this property—seized by ISIS and used as a command center—was bombed into oblivion.
The closer we drove toward the heart of Mosul that morning, the more evidence we saw of war lining the roads.