While deployed in Baghdad, Iraq, with the 1st Cavalry Division of the United States Army, discovering dead bodies was normal. I've seen them young and old, pieces and parts, halves and with holes, burned and exploded. Amongst the many bodies, a headless corpse is reluctantly leaving my memories. The body was blocking a small roadway and a trail of blood led to the head about 50 meters down. I am acknowledging the significance of the memory. In order to relax the memory I must entertain it. It is a process.