But yesterday was, above all, a day of celebration, of sheer, unbridled happiness. If the crowds were not quite lining the streets and showering the troops with garlands, that was only to be expected: with Saddam Hussein not yet dead and memories all too fresh of how the West betrayed the uprisings 12 years ago, a certain amount of caution-was understandable. "Is the war finished?" asked one man on a bicycle, his faced clouded with anxiety and doubt. No, not yet, I had to tell him: but soon.