IRAQ. Erbil. 2017. A rehabilitation facility for civilians and soldiers injured in Mosul. It was an idyllic escape from the battle raging a few dozen miles away. Decimated men, women, and children, many of them missing limbs, sat around a garden of perfectly manicured rose- bushes. One soldier lying on a bed was just a torso, his legs and arms both amputated above the joints. He chain-smoked cigarettes, and when I offered him one he grasped it in his bandage-swaddled stumps, puffing it a few times before lying back on the sweat-soaked gurney. Sometimes children visiting other patients would hide in corridors and stare at him, or move a bit closer before running off. After photographing the soldier I went to the children’s ward, where an Italian nurse was giving physi- cal rehabilitation to a nine-year-old amputee. As she stretched the girl’s limbs, her screams stabbed through the hospital.