After a half-ton of high explosives detonated at point blank range, I have to imagine that "lived" is a more medical than practical term.
If he actually retained enough awareness to do so, I hope he hurt beyond the ability of words to describe.
And I love this one;
despite claims he had been beaten by US troops after being pulled from the rubble.
So what if we had beat the living, gurgling snot out of him? What of it? What's the logic here...we have a right to blow his backside to Kingdom Come, but if it doesn't work, we're morally bound to restore him to health? I just don't get the implied thinking sometimes.
Apparently, for some folks, a person can't be evil or heinous or horrendous enough to deserve so much as a harsh talking to.
Geeeez.
What would I have told him? I'd have told him that we'd also found his family, and we're going to get them all, and bury each with the corpse of a swine for company. In Central Park. Facing Los Angeles.