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If war starts in the desert,

the desert will be red with blood, corpses will lie exposed to the hot sun, and the stench of rotten flesh will flow out into the world. Families in America

In the Arabian sky, high-tech weapons with their black fuselages intersecting, black smoke billowing up; sirens screaming-- forty-five years ago we too lived in and out of air raid shelters, night and day. Babies and the sick we took with us; fear immobilized us. And at the end of it all, Hiroshima was burned alive in the atomic flash. We must not let the people of the desert be wiped out by atomic and biochemical weapons.