1 year ago in Baghdad...
Anyway, I hope to add some items that I could not post while I was there (because I didn't want to frighten my family).
A friend asked me today what my first impressions were of Iraq. The things that came to mind was - in no particular order -: The heat, the smell (like something rotting and burning), the confusion of people coming and going... so many different troops - Army, Air Force, Navy, Marines, and then from all different countries... not to mention contractors and civilian security. What a mix!
So, here is a couple of photos from Najaf and a few paragraphs I did not publish before...

This is how Najaf looked after the 2004 battle to evict the terrorists from the Imam Ali shrine.

And some residents...

Some kids just outside Najaf...

The peace keepers...
and a U.S. Soldier faces off with the Imam himself near the police station in Najaf...

My personal log entry from the trip:
"I went to Najaf yesterday. Took a Blackhawk helicopter from the palace and flew to a base just outside Najaf and convoyed into the village. What a mess.
I was very excited to be seeing where all the action was, but once I saw it I could only stand and stare. It was as if an earthquake had gone through. Block after city block was broken burnt, torn, shredded. Massive piles of chaotic bricks created a scene like I’ve only witnessed in catastrophe movies or WWII films.
I was with General Petraeus and General Babekur, the Iraqi Chief of staff. I was escorting Al Arabia TV crew and had an interpreter with me named Fawaz. He was very informative and gave me a lot of great information. It was nice to be able to learn what the graffiti said or what a newspaper said as we toured the scene of destruction.
The militia of Muqtada Al Sadyr had left; apparently they were allowed to leave with their weapons if they just stop fighting. Of course now they are fighting in Fallujah, Sadyr city and Baghdad.
The children in Najaf were running along the road as the convoy passed, waving and smiling. They are so small. Some I’m guessing were only 3 or 4 years old and running barefoot across the burning rock and sand, hair uncombed, clothes dirty, faces blackened by the sun. Living next to what must have been a horrific nightmare of violence over the past month or so during the fighting. What amazing smiles they have. What will become of these children?
The people I saw were poor. I saw whole families working their tiny farms, growing I don’t know what in the dry sand. This is a hard life. The houses not much more than bare piles of bricks mortared together roughly with a brick wall around the entire thing.
I was surprised at what I saw on the flight from Baghdad to Najaf though. There were huge forests of date palms, millions of trees that, judging from the straight rows had been planted for harvest. I can’t guess how many square miles of trees there were, but there were also miles of irrigation ditches. Lots of new construction. Things growing where I never would have thought you could grow things. It really is pretty amazing and I begin to think this country is so much more complicated than I had imagined. They say in the north it is a lush and beautiful paradise and even gets snow in the winter. If I get a chance to go there I will have to go. "

Picture of Poppy
Frame of Fingers
Still of Smile







