Dr. Saleh had begun to weep, and I could hear him catching his breath. He tried to compose himself, and we said goodbye to Ali. Neither of us spoke as we walked down the hall to the sterile room, where the orderlies took off our smocks and masks. Dr. Saleh rubbed his eyes and cleared his throat several times. We went back to his office, and he washed his face in a sink. "So it's untrue what they say about doctors being able to suspend their emotions," I said.

He looked at me. His eyes were pink. "We are human beings," he replied. He explained that Ali knew that he had lost his arms, but that he had not acknowledged it yet: "He is conscious. He can see the stumps." Ali would likely die within three weeks.

Many of us have heard of the plight of Ali Ismail Abbas, whose family was killed and who was himself horribly wounded after a missile hit his home. Although a fund has been set up, his prognosis is, well, not good.