It all started day before yesterday. The base commander called an unscheduled meeting in the night. He said a group of 200 men were aiming to take over the current security supplier’s position, possibly by force. This is the Afghan company who provides our vehicles and guards.
We were alert in the morning when the men arrived, but they said they weren’t going to cause any problems. Still, they were gathering outside the gate of our base. By 1 pm they decided they would close the road. And at 2 pm, my team couldn’t get back to base.
So there we were, some 3 km away from base. The police turned up. And they did fuck all. We tried to get American support. They sent two apaches after several hours, but didn’t really know what to do. They were flying above us. I thought because we had three teams on both sides of the road they were gonna open fire, because surely they reckoned that my teams were the ones blocking the road, and we all had guns as well. After ten minutes of low flight they quit.
It’s Ramadan, so my guys were fucking frustrated, because they hadn’t eaten all day, the clients too...They all became more angry. It was a hard job to control them. I’d had my breakfast at 5 am too... And my boss did not let us go on foot. I said, we just walk in. But no, they were waiting for a miracle.
The police turned up with eight armed vehicles and they were standing by some kilometers away. And an American convoy approached us but stopped 2 kilometers away from my team, some 3-4 kilometers away from the roadblock. Obviously they didn’t want to be involved.
After 6 pm the main contractor went out and talked with those people. It was effective. They removed the roadblock and then I was able to lead my teams and all my clients back to safety as we quickly passed through. I went to the canteen and ate a big meal.
Then a firefight began. Fucking intense shooting. So I ran to my hutch, got my weapons, armour, and magazines and ran out. But the firing came from the other side as usual, so I went in that direction. I saw the base commander, who ordered me up against the wall. I ran, and as soon as the bitumen road finished I fucking stepped into a little ditch, lost my balance, flew into the air, and did a salto mortale (somersault). When I landed on my back my gun hit my head and I twisted my ankle. I was on the ground like a sitting duck under serious fire. I showed my co-workers that I was okay, got up and limped to the wall.
Apparently our guard had started the shooting outside. People say he was the first to open fire. It stopped in ten minutes. One of the drivers got shot in the ass and a bullet scratched his balls. I made a video when the medics started to treat him. After everything was quiet I saw the medic too at the clinic. I heard a click when he injected my ass with cortisone. Another medic took a picture. "Got you!" He smiled. I didn't. "You Fuck off!" I said.
Then I remembered that, one of my friends once told me, “Medical privacy is not a big deal in this country.”
That’s right!
Anyway I'm not going to facebook that picture.
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