The fighter jet which zipped under my plane 5 minutes before I took this faint and cloudy photo of Iraq (somewhere between Kuwait and Basra) did nothing to allay the vague unquiet I always feel when flying over the Middle East.
There were no announcements from the pilot (understandably, not the kind of thing to induce calm in airline passengers) or any change in the activities of the cabin crew, so if I hadn't been standing at the back of the plane, peering down through the window there at the moment it passed by, I wouldn't have known anything about it.
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