More Iraq Letters

From my friend in Iraq, the links I added myself

I was awaken a few nights ago by an odd combination of sounds. The first was a rooster crowing, although it was not yet day light. A relatively normal sound but overlayed was the sound of helicopters and machine gun fire. A combination of sounds that just really should not be.

Many of the officers here are "third country nationals". The U.S. and Britain are first country, other countries with actual military units here are second country. Third country then are those here with no formal military presence but supplying private security officers and contractors. (I believe that is the set up).

Everyone is badged and ID'd. Several from South Africa and New Zealand. The New Zealanders refer to themselves as "Kiwis" after their native bird. (Maori natives from New Zealand have a unique custom with each other of shaking hands while touching forehead to forehead). A complete melting pot. I have been impressed though as these officers are educated, experienced, friendly, well spoken, and quite honor bound. They are here to work hard and accomplish a task. Hearing of their own countries plights and pluses has been an experience.

Americans have a very centric view of themselves, Americans/we
are clearly not the only "civilized" people but we may be some of the more unrealistic. I also noticed passing through one checkpoint, the Gurkha tribesman manning that checkpoint are some of the most respected and feared fighters in the world; as has been the case for centuries.

The world is a complex place, in many ways and definitely more so than any previous conflict, played out in the stage of Baghdad. Sitting in the parking area of one major crossroads point, easily officers from 20-30 countries pass through every hour. An experience and an education.