They were the Brothers Grim.
Saddam's ultimate germs in the war he waged on his own people. The nastiest biological weapons formed from his own genes.
Uday, taller than his father. Bulging eyes, perma-stubble. Part thug, part village idiot.
Qusay, the younger, shorter than Daddy, mirroring him in shirt, tie, jacket and moustache. The quiet one. The boy who would, his fingers crossed, inherit a murderous mantle. It hadn't always been that way.
