On an April 2007 evening in Bagdad, I changed my clothes to go work out at the gym on base. I had just left work.
It was a normal day like any other.
Rocket attacks were common but I never thought much of them until this day.
A little after 6 PM, I walked across the field as the evening sun was close to setting.
The Iraqi skyline was starting to turn to absolute darkness but it hadn’t reached that point yet.
I figured this would be another gym routine for me like any other day.