The Turkish Airlines flight from Istanbul to Baghdad was uneventful. Sitting next to me was an Iraqi man – at least I assume he was from Iraq – who was scribbling down phone numbers from his cell phone on the airsickness bag. When he was finished he tore the part of the bag with the phone numbers and put it in his pocket.
On the picture my bed in the IZ in Baghdad.
Waiting for my departure to FOB Warhorse.