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.