After 25 days of adventurous travel across the world visiting at least 3 continents and lots of countries from the UK to the US, I travelled back to Afghanistan, and arrived at the same compound in Kabul as before.
The next morning I was deployed to my base in southern Afghanistan, via that old Russian helicopter. The whole exhausting journey itself took 3.5 days which was extremely tiring. But that was no excuse and I had to work on the following day. I got two new teams and a brand new mission. My former site has been ambushed at 8am this morning, approx 8 km away from my new site. I heard other team leaders constantly reporting on the radio and I thought: Fuck, I should be there. But I couldn’t do anything to help them out. I had to look after my own clients. The firefight was serious; at least 25 RPG rocket detonated on us.A mortar, several large calibre cannons, a sniper, machine guns, and assault rifles fired constantly on us for almost two hours. No air support as usual. Finally we managed to drown out the clients and the troops. It’s Ramadan so we're doing short days. But still everybody was frustrated.
I could feel it.
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