| Kandahar Diary |
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From: Iain Sent: 09 April 2006 13:47 Subject: Muddy Boots I'm back in KAF after an interesting week out in the rhubarb. I was at an austere Forward Operating Base (FOB), living with an Engineer Troop attached to an infantry company. Each day was a little different. The trip out was long. We had halted along a highway due to a breakdown. We were not letting any vehicles through, and I had ended up as the lone dismount at the end of the convoy. Cars were bypassing out in the desert but a bus full of people stopped. A group got out and tried to convince me to let them through (some spoke English). A crowd of about thirty formed around me. I tried to be firm but polite. I wasn't worried, but it was good when four infantrymen joined me. The FOB was very dusty, but I slept well under the stars. I could spend all my time in those places if they had phones, internet and a computer to write and send my reports! KAF seems a little strange when you come back to it. Later in the week I was waist deep in irrigation ditches which also served as sewers. Not the most pleasant experience. When I got back to the FOB I stripped down and tried to wash with a 500ml bottle of water, a washbasin and some shampoo. My laundry bag smelled quite disgusting this morning when I turned it in, even by Afghanistan standards. Didn't expect to get muddy boots here! Dusty, yes. I had a beard by the time I got back, and I suppose I didn't present a very soldierly appearance as I trudged to my tent from the flight line (rode a Chinook home, great ride). I felt bad leaving the Troop, but I needed to write and make sure that my previous reports were being sent, plus I had to talk to the next group coming over. It was fun being in a Bison crew again, living and cooking out of a vehicle. It was fascinating to read the Globe and Mail piece, especially the pictures. They pretty much captured the experience. The reporters were all good sports and they certainly earned their stories. I got along quite well with the Globe photographer. He's a fisherman and has travelled widely. We spent a few nights by the fire in Gumbad telling tales. Well, I'd better go. Take care, Iain |
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| Louie Palu, Globe and Mail |
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| Canadian soldiers prepare for convoy operations |
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| Louie Palu, Globe and Mail |
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| Members of the Canadian Military's Quick Reaction Force form a defensive position in a field after dismounting from a Chinook helicopter outside the wire at the remotely located Gombad safe house outside the city of Kandahar. |
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| Louie Palu, Globe and Mail photographer |
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