Above the Below

Baghdad, Basra, Falluja. I saw them all today from my aircraft window at thirty thousand feet and I have to confess that Southern Iraq is not the prettiest place on earth from above. Below, with a fierce battle raging against the Medhi army of Mullah Sadr, it must be much worse and a week in the region has convinced me that this fight represents a clash of cultures and beliefs which is expressed violently and openly in Iraq and simmers politely below the surface elsewhere.

Arriving at Heathrow after an uneventful but packed flight from Kuwait, I found myself quite visibly in the minority in the immigration queue for 'British Passport Holders'. Is that a multi-culturally incorrect thought I wonder or simply a sign of the times?


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