The Iraqi Heart of Darkness: A Visit to Abu Ghraib
The four of us—two other forensic psychiatrists and a senior enlisted mental health technician—gathered for the convoy on the outskirts of BIAP, the Baghdad International Airport. A line of Humvees, armored vehicles, and gunships gathered. The soldiers were smoking and joking, leaning on their vehicles. We were en route to Abu Ghraib, eight long miles through one of the most dangerous routes in Iraq. The main supply route we were to travel was “green,” but we still got the warning about explosive devices, roadside bombs, and instructions to point our weapons out the windows of the vehicle. I had my photo taken with the young female captain who would be driving, and joked to Todd that this might be the last photo with both my legs (Our Humvee was not armored.).