Green Zone

So on a day where the shit hit the fan in Iraq [via Tim and Jeff], I find out that a good friend his heading over here. He is staying in the Green Zone which is supposedly as secure as it can get over there, but the today's shit is just across the river.

Personally, I would assess the risks differently than him, but I have to appreciate his sense of reward: Whether we like it or not, now we need to succeed. Maybe I can add a small part to the success.

Success just became more personal for me.