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photo essay: Baghdad, August 2003
On the ground in Baghdad with U.S. troops or Iraqi civilians it is hard to feel optimistic about America’s latest war. These days the city is hyper-violent and chaotic; the morgue reports more than 20 corpses killed by gunfire every day. These are just a few snapshots from what will likely be a long and vexing urban guerilla war. — C.P.
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