It’s a sunny, warm day in Camp Liberty, the kind of day that usually comes in April or early May in Minnesota, one of the first days that’s geniunely warm and not just “it’s-not-below-freezing-let’s-wear-tshirts-warm.” The sun strikes the earth straight on after the oblique rays of winter, filling the air with the scent of dirt and springtime thaw (or in Iraq, rain).
The camp is eerily silent at midday, almost tense. The DFAC, gym, PX and bazaar are all closed; BIAP is closed too, so the skies are empty, except for the thin roar and dark shape of a passing fighter-bomber. I suppose everyone who has such a job is outside the walls, on patrol, standing guard – thus the emptiness of the place. Everyone else stays inside, not wanting to venture out unnecessarily since doing so means one would have to wear all 30 pounds of body armor. Since everything is closed, there’s nowhere to go anyway.
The election is happening. I won’t be witness to it, at least not directly, but just over the concrete and razor wire, Iraqis are making history. Check out the Iraq Elections Newswire, Roger L. Simon, and Friends of Democracy, among many others, for updates.