A Fobbit Gets Mortared

Yesterday, while scrolling back through the journal I kept while I was in Baghdad, I came across an interesting entry of an event that has all but faded with time.  On that day seven years ago I found myself in the middle of a mortar rainstorm....

August 7, 2005:  Because the work continued to pile up on my desk in task force headquarters all day long, I wasn’t able to excuse myself to go back to my room until around 6:30 p.m.  I hadn’t eaten anything all day long, so I stopped...