"The grunts made the best of their new digs. Some took showers. All happily used the first porcelain toilets they had seen in weeks. Some soldiers cut reeds from the swampy land near the palace and fashioned fishing poles with string and duct tape. They fished in Saddam’s moat and caught and ate a few big ones. (Soldiers claimed they were striped bass; I’d guess they were carp.) Their officers weren’t pleased. “What was up with your fish fry?” Capt. Todd Kelly scolded some of his GIs. “Don’t f—king eat anything out of the pond! Don’t eat anything unless it comes from the U.S. Army.”"