Ramadi, Iraq. 2006. Houses packed closely together. The streets littered with trash. The sickening, musty smell of dead animals decomposing in the desert heat.
The locals, afraid insurgents might see them talking to the military forces that patrolled their city, avoided the Dutch shepherd and U.S. Marine that led troops through the street.
The bombs could be anywhere. In the doorway of a house. Under a pile of trash. Even hidden in a rotting carcass to try to throw the dog off the scent.
