Just past dawn on January 30, Iraq's Election Day—the fourth of the US occupation's 'turning points,' after the fall of Baghdad, the capture of Saddam Hussein, and the 'handover of sovereignty'—I stood at the muddy gates of Muthana Air Base outside Baghdad watching the sun rise, pink and full, into a white-streaked sky; then, feeling a sudden tremor beneath my feet, I started abruptly: the explosion was loud and, judging by the vibrations, not far off.
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