I was looking at a map of Iraq. The map was lying flat, and small toy canons were scattered around. I could see what appeared to be the Tigris River or possibly the Iraq/Iran border running down the middle. Most toy cannons were clustered to the northwest of the line, possibly around Baghdad. Those were American cannons. Others I was not sure about. Suddenly, one of the cannons in the clustered area began spinning around, firing at the other cannons. I could see small explosions, and many of the American canons were being destroyed. I tried to fix the damage, but I could not reverse it.

These were three visions that came one after another. I felt the presence of God come upon me. It was like an energy field. I could see a small light in the distance. As I peered into the dark room, my spirit pushed through, and suddenly I could see a cartoon film playing out. A mother was speaking to a child. Words scrolled behind them on a blue background, but I could not remember what they said. Then I saw what appeared to be the capital building in Washington, D.C. A wooden boat was flying. It penetrated below the dome. I then found myself standing inside the building. I could see a gallery of columns. The ship was passing through the building. Then it penetrated one of the walls and disappeared.

I saw two men of middle-eastern descent holding syringes and filling them with a white milky substance, possibly biological or chemical. I then saw a map of a city in the southeastern United States, maybe Atlanta, Georgia. The men then began lighting off rockets, aiming at different cities. The men rejoiced with cold and evil happiness as they lit them off. I could then see what appeared to be projectiles landing on the towns.

I was traveling with a U.S. convoy as a photographer. They were heading towards the border to leave Iraq. The sky was dark, but a faint ray of light illuminated the vehicles. They were glowing with a fiery red color as they passed by. The trucks had a heavy, massive appearance, their shapes appearing like enormous blocks of rust-colored steel. The images were stunning, and I took several photographs at different angles and compositions. On the back of the trucks, I noticed many expensive and exotic rugs being carried away.