War unwraps people. It doesn't give a damn about smiles, eyeballs, kneecaps, genitals, earlobes, necks, bellies, ankles, hair, or teeth. War is metal pipes, broken shoulder blades, makeshift helmets, trash barricades, purplish flumes of unknown chemicals, cracked skulls, slit throats and insane confusion. War is what the news won't show. It is a woman strangled with a telephone cord- her jeans darkened by the pasty sludge of blood mixed with feces. As much as we may try, war refuses to look heroic for the cameras.