Urban War Begins: 'It Was Real Scary'
A block away, an Iraqi family grieved, smaller than it was the day before. Omar, a 15-year-old boy, sat on the roadside weeping, drenched in the blood of his father, shot dead by American marines for running a roadblock here.

It had been dark, there were suicide bombers about, and just that night marines had a found a large cache of weapons stowed on a truck. As a result, the marines manning the checkpoint were under strict orders to stop every car. The minibus, they said, kept coming anyway. They fired four warning shots, tracer rounds, just to make sure there was no misunderstanding.

Omar's family, 10 in all, were driving together to get out of Baghdad. They said they had stopped in time, just as the marines had asked. In the confusion, the truth was elusive, but it seemed possible that Omar's family did not understand.

Moments later, six members of Omar's family were dead, covered by blankets on the roadside. Among them were Omar's father, mother, brother and sister. A 2-year-old boy, Ali, had been shot in the face.

"My whole family is dead," muttered Aleya, the sister of one of the dead women, careering between hysteria and grief. "How can I grieve for so many people?"
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