"Like a string of little jewels, one upon another, came the stories of priceless lives cut short: Alameddine, Bishop, Bluhm, Clark, Cloyd, Couture-Nowak, Granata, Gwaltney, Hammaren, Herbstritt, Hill, Hilscher, Lane, La Porte, Lee, Librescu, Loganathan, Lumbantoruan, McCain, O'Neil, Ortiz, Panchal, Perez Cueva, Peterson, Pohle, Pryde, Read, Samaha, Shaalan, Sherman, Turner, White."

It's this kind of overdramatic writing that calls attention away from the story and to itself as writing. Washington Post, I thought you could do better.

For the last couple of days Adam and I have been wrangling over the idea that there's been so much attention put on this story, when so many others are dying around the world. At first, I thought arguing that point was self-righteous. But it's so true -- when do the people who die in Iraq, or most anywhere else for that matter, get this kind of soppy print ministry?