War zone in a Tokyo futon

A strange and haunting experience it was listening last night in the comfort and peace of the futon in Tokyo a long audio reportage about American private citizens working in Irak. Despite the ridiculous censorship that hides behind a buzz filfthy words like fuck, son of a bitch or bullshit, this was first class journalism. Ha, the evocative power of audio. The link to the show was referred to in Herro Flom Japan Podcast blog.