
Back in San Antonio, I know I'm almost home when I pass two pinata shops. Superheroes, cartoon characters, and an occasional beer can dangle from metal awnings as I approach. They are my papier-mache welcome wagon.
In Iraq, the road home is rarely so familiar. Dusty dirt roads always seem to lead to indistinguishable villages. I have been here ten weeks, and the hours are starting to blend together. Some days, I'd give anything to see those pinatas.
My prayers were answered during a humanitarian mission this week, when Chaplain Bryan Smith, 49, of Cumming, Ga., brought along five pinatas donated by U.S. churches and charities.

"These kids are so bored. They have one or two sets of clothes, and they're both dirty. It's a really big day in their lives when they hit a pinata and get candy. It makes a difference," said Smith.
The Diyala province is as far as you can get from the Alamo City, but a giant red chili pepper made it feel a lot closer.