http://www.kansas.com/mld/eagle/news/nation/9479113.htmAt one bend in the labyrinth of alleys, a group of young boys with rocket-propelled-grenade launchers sauntered up to a Knight Ridder reporter and offered to lead the way to the shrine. "Don't be scared," said one sweet-faced boy with a black scarf tied pirate-style on his head. He clutched his launcher as a thunderous explosion shook the ancient path.
The hard-core fighters stayed outside. Only a handful of armed men ventured inside the shrine, where few weapons were visible. Mostly, al-Sadr supporters cherished their relative safety and wondered how long it would last. Men curled up in brilliantly tiled nooks to read the Quran.
Most of the Shiite supporters weren't from Najaf; several begged to use a satellite phone to check in with loved ones. "Please let me call my mother in Baghdad," a 14-year-old boy pleaded. "She has no idea whether I'm alive or dead."
Two dark-eyed 7-year-old girls named Fatima tugged at a reporter's sleeve during a renewed wave of bombings.
"Are you scared?" one asked with a nervous giggle.
"A little," the reporter answered. "Are you?"
"No, not me," she said. "I'm army. Mahdi Army."