Attack

I survived an attack against my base in Southern Afghanistan last night at 19:40. No problem. I was busy with the administration when the shit hit the fan. We received 4 incoming mortar rounds and RPG missiles, and on top of that, constant machine gun fire from the mountains. I grabbed my weapons, my body armour, the spare magazines, and my kit, and ran to my position. My lungs are fucked now, as I had to run a half mile to get to my post. This is normally not a problem for me, but under the circumstances, it was. I had to carry 50 pounds of equipment at an altitude of 10,000 feet, under heavy enemy fire. Then I had to climb a 30-foot tower, and I had been breathing tons of dust during the past few days.

But after all that, I took command in my tower and gave my guys (2 Gurkha and 4 local Afghani guards) firing orders to waste that RPG operator about 400 meters in front of us. I didn't see the result, as it was dark, but I hope the bastard got zipped. I fired some shots as well with my assault rifle, and from then on there was no more activity. Today a patrol is going out to have a look in those mountains.

No one killed or injured from our side. I've found a bullet hole in the wall of my well-protected accommodation. Intelligence says during the summer period attacks and ambushes are more likely.

So I have decided to write a blog.

Happy days....