Andrew Bourne captures the image of an Iraq man who wandered up the street, laughing and talking to himself, as Bourne’s unit patrolled the neighborhood. The man stopped in front of the patrol, laughed, and offered the men a pack of cigarettes. He even wanted to shake hands; he liked that the neighborhood was quiet for a change and he could sleep now. Through the translator, the man told Bourne’s unit he considered them the lesser of two evils. The old man casts the camera an inscrutable look beneath his heavy eyebrows; a fly clings to his white keffiyah.