I grab my cup of coffee and head out of the door. The coolness of the morning hits me straight away breaking the summer and lifting the heat for a few hours until midday. The dun is in m eyes and as I look up I see a flock of birds flying through a dark burning plume of black smoke. I am still in Baghdad and the war is still going on despite what has been said. With the weather turning I know I am close to finishing with this tour and heading home.