"Its crowded"

"Its crowded as I walk around taking in all that is in front of me. People bustle about, bumping into me and each other, seeking items on their lists. I am in the main PX at BIAP, otherwise known as Baghdad International Airport.

Im dirty, there is mud caked on my uniform and boots, and I smell of gunpowder.

People of all nationalities shop and work here making it a true international setting, but not the one Saddam imagined I am sure. People from Fiji, Tahiti, the Phillipine Islands. Pakistanis, Bangladeshis, and Indians. There are Thai, and Eastern Europeans, soldiers of all nationalites, and mysterious civilian contractors armed to the teeth."
Chapter: War