"I know you're out there!" a strange voice with a heavy Middle Eastern accent called into the forest from its edge. "Come out now and I won't kill them! Give yourselves up and I won't hurt them!" And a moment later, from the safety of the woods in the brightness of the security light, I saw what was happening. Along the back fence row of the school, the insurgents had prisoners from the school—the new concentration camp—lined up with rifles pointed directly at them, creating a ...