A century is normally something to celebrate. When you reach 100 years old the Queen sends you a telegram; it’s a great achievement to get a century in cricket; fireworks go off all around the world when one century comes to an end and another begins.
But today I don’t think there is much to celebrate upon the announcement of the 100th British soldier to have been killed in Iraq. Whatever you think are the rights and wrongs of the Iraq war and even though the soldiers signed up to be in the army, 100 soldiers being killed, or even one for that matter, is a sobering day.
At least if there were signs of things improving, of less bloodshed of Iraqis or troops, it might mean that at some point there is some good that comes out of the war, but it looks a long way off at the moment.
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