Always, there was the heat. Steaming like a cauldron at 125 degrees during the day, parboiling at 90 degrees after dark. Enough to induce around-the-clock anger and misery. Enough to set anyone on edge.
No one wanted to be at this god-awful place, not the U.S. Marines who were the guards and certainly not the captured Iraqis who were the prisoners.
Their accommodations were three stone buildings gouged by looters of every semblance of modernity. For bathrooms, the Iraqis got empty Meals Ready to Eat boxes. The Marines dug a trench.
This was life at the Camp Whitehorse detention center outside Nasiriyah, as described in military documents and photographs obtained by The Associated Press.
The Marines spoke English. The Iraqis spoke Arabic. There were no translators The uneasy residents lived in separate rooms connected by a breezeway. Some 20 men of the 2nd Battalion, 25th Marine Regiment occupied one; about a dozen prisoners occupied the others. Everything around them — the dirt, the sand and the sky — was the same lifeless color.
Nagem Sadoon Hatab arrived on June 3, 2003. He was rumored to be an official of Saddam Hussein's Baath party, as well as a shooter in the ambush of Pfc. Jessica Lynch's U.S. Army convoy.
He was irksome from the time he arrived, Marines later testified. He didn't move fast enough when they ordered him to strip. He sat when they ordered him to stand.
Two days later, he was naked in the dirt, curled in the fetal position, covered in his own waste. A Marine who came on guard duty prodded Hatab with a booted foot. No response.
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