This was my eighth visit to Baghdad—in many ways, Baghdad feels like a second home, which I’m not sure is a healthy sentiment—my first being as the war wound down in 2003. I cringed a little when told the documentary would be called“Month of Mayhem.” It proved to be a more than apt title.The previous seven “tours” had allowed me to witness a steady deterioration in the level of security and services—despite my hopes, it was always, always worse. AndI knew this trip would likely be no different. It really becomes a matter of how bad it’s going to be. Before leaving the airport—before leaving home, for that matter—I know there will be bodies, and there will be bombs—it is only a question of who and how many. A bloody time for Baghdad As it turned out, this visit would see one of the bloodiest periods since the war began.
