My guys eating some chow at the Iraqi Army compound. Its back in the old grind. The food is still great. They really take care of us there. The other night, I was sitting there and the head chef said some words in Kurdish. The translator smiled and turned to me and told me he said to get some tea for my uncle (in reference to me). I asked the translator what he meant. He explained to me that older men in Kurdistan refer to people they like as their "uncle". Younger men will refer to each other as brothers. What you also see in this picture is some Iraqi candy. Its interesting. I can't compare it to any candy I've had before. Ramadan is in full swing. My interest of Islamic and Iraqi culture has intensified. Last night, I was sitting at the Iraqi compound, surrounded by Mosques that were reading verses of the Quran over the loudspeaker. Very peaceful. The distant sound of small arms fire would interrupt the peace, but still peaceful. I have really become interested in understanding and learning more of the culture here. Its wierd that I would have this itch under the circumstances. More to follow on Ramadan as it progresses.