Countless rows of refugee tents were a new feature of the border landscape. From a distance, I could make out the forms of American soldiers in desert camouflage standing near their Humvees on the Iraqi side of the border. For years I had been something of a novelty in this part of the world. Now I was just another damned American in Iraq.
Great post by my friend Jeff Severns Guntzel: The Baghdad I knew: Before and after the fall. Jeff first visited Iraq in October 1998 and his post reflects on all the change in the area – I thought the quote above was pretty powerful.
His tumblr is here: theforestofthings