Mornings are by far the best time not only here in Iraq, but also the Middle East. I love to stand outside before dawn and listen to the calls to prayer echo through the still darkness. It’s an eerie wailing sound and would be slightly unnerving if you weren’t aware of what it was.
The air is filled with thick dust this time of year; the result of dust storms being blown in off the desert. Sunrise becomes a deep reddish-brown adding to the dream-like atmosphere. It reminds me of several of the background scenes in Blackhawk Down.