Once upon a time way out in the desert there was a  tiny little country with houses, stores, water systems, olive groves, palm trees, electric power plants, schools, universities and a number of other amenities usually found in a nominally civilized country.

Then one awful day out of the sky came bombs, bombs, and then even more bombs, until there was nothing left but big piles of dusty gravel and dead people.

Then there came soldiers from a land far away.

After much fighting a company called Halliburton came with trucks, steam shovels, welders, and all kinds of workmen.  They were being paid millions upon millions of dollars to put the country back together but after spending countless months and many millions of dollars the people still did not have much drinking water and electricity was something that happened only on rare occasions.

Meanwhile, while trying to rebuild the infrastructure of the desert country, bridges in the country Halliburton came from were falling down and  no plans were made to fix them.

During this time the people in charge chuckled as they entered their respective banks.

Everyone was happy except the people in the desert country but nobody cared about them anyhow.

And so it was that all of the other countries near the desert as well as many others hated the country that brought all the bombs and it took many generations before those countries forgave the bombers. And some of them never would.