The British tabloid the Sun has reported that a man named Ali Ismail Abbas was married last month. I hadn't heard or read that name in many years and seeing it again -- and especially the news of his marriage -- brought back a flood of memories and emotions. The first and last time I saw Ali Abbas was in 2003. He was 12 years old lying naked on a medical examination table at a hospital in Kuwait City. His torso was charred black in some places. Other patches were red and raw. He had no arms, just a pair of stumps protruding from each small shoulder. He was shrieking in agony as doctors huddled over him and began working on him. I remember it vividly. It was a piercing, horrible sound than rang in my head long after we had left the hospital.