A friend who just landed in Baghdad gives a first-person account of the scene:
"Getting here was far less complicated than I had imagined, but with 48 hours of life on the Tigris under my belt, I feel blessed with the marvelous array of experiences this city offers. Multiple encounters with white Toyota Landcruisers filled with black outfitted AK-47 totting Interior Ministry irregulars (a/k/a death squads), even more encounters with US and South African security contractors, which are even more threatening – each of these is enough to stop your heart. According to some here, the US contractors are the dumbest and the South Africans the meanest – what a hierarchy.
Today I witnessed – from a safe distance – my first car-bomb. Then went back to read reports of 13 judicially sanctioned executions, 32 extrajudicial killings discovered, 50 bodyguards taken hostage … Westerners talk about their hotels not in terms of spa amenities and availability of Starbucks, but based on the number of blast walls between the building and the street. So imagine where on earth people would think the arrival of a massive sandstorm was a blessing. I was amused to see Condi and Rumsfeld on TV – carried live on a local TV feed. I watched it in a crowded lobby. I’ll just say the reaction of those around me was derisive – no difference in that between the locals and the Americans, all of whom (except me and the journos) seem to be DOD contractors. Possibly they’re even right about the use of the term "civil war." If that evokes memories of Spain in the 30’s or America in the 1860’s it would be misleading. What’s going on here is something very different from that. It’s more a communal disintegration. But 48 hours doesn’t turn one into an expert."
Nope. But sometimes, fresh eyes can see things other cannot.
The Dish 