Salam Pax is back, it seems. I was starting to wonder if he’d made it through OK.

It is compelling reading.

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6:50pm (day13)

There is one item which I have not thought I would need a big supply of: antacids. Air raid sirens start wailing or the heavy bombs start falling; five minutes later I go for the drawer with the antacids. Now every time the bombing starts my brother starts humming Nirvana’s “Pennyroyal Tea” :

“I’m on warm milk and laxatives
Cherry-flavored antacids”

But these Iraqi antacids have no flavor, it feels like you are chewing plaster of Paris.