The bombing today outside the Red Cross headquarters in Baghdad was no accident.

A suicide bomber detonating himself and an ambulance expounding the two symbols perhaps recognised more widely than any others in our world.

The international red cross and red crescent.

I try to comprehend this act.

These symbols are the last saviours of life.

Respected through history on any battlefield.

The wounded were local Iraqi Red Cross workers, coming to the aid of those suffering in the attempted “regime change”.

A journalist said this attack “suggests there is no target out of bounds for these terrorists”.

“These terrorists”, the loyalists of the old regime.

The US hit bitten off more than they can chew. Does they not understand that despite his despotic rule, nationalism grew fervently over the last decade?

It may have only been one bomb in a war of millions, but the symbolic act defies my comprehension.

But the US Army is still “making positive ground every day”. Apparently so.

Afghanistan has quietly and conveniently slipped off the map.

I fear for how long Iraq will remain newsworthy.