My former colleague and now fellow blogger has a wonderful write-up covering her brief visit to Baghdad. It is a short, personal account of the experience one can have in Baghdad and the impact that working in such an environment can have on an individual.
The line about about seeing Baghdad briefly from the bedroom window… I remember looking out from the dining room years ago and seeing soldiers reading Playboys and drinking Gatorade while leaning against heavy weapons. I remember so clearly the acne on the back of one kid’s neck and how it made me realize that these guys were younger than my little brother, just teenagers really.