Dust Storm

The wind has been blowing pretty hard here the past few days. Hard enough to prevent me from getting out of Baghdad. Now the wind has died down some but the dust is so fine that it is just hanging in the air like a fog. I can barely see to the end of the block. The air smells like dust, it tastes like dirt and you can feel the grit on your teeth. It is one of the weirdest things I have ever experienced.

Here is another picture of me under some big swords. Supposedly the arms are modeled after Saddam's.