Ten years after he left, a once-proud soldier returns to a city on the brink of civil war to confront the madness America created and the sadness, violence and chaos we left behind
July 17, 2014 - The smell hit me as I stepped off the plane: Oil, diesel smog and the whiff of sulfur. Late at night and early in the morning, when the air is cleanest, this is what Baghdad smells like. As the day goes on, the odor thickens and turns metallic, until darkness falls and the fires start, filling the air with a pungent mélange of kebab and melted plastic. When I was here 10 years ago, the smell was mixed with the stench of corpses.
A week before, I'd been in a seminar room at Princeton, talking with my students about the Cold War, Don DeLillo's Underworld and Whitney Houston's version of "The Star-Spangled Banner." The campus outside softly exhaled magnolia.
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