We are like Knights of old, we move around the battle field on our stallions clad in their armour, snorting at the morning air, primed and ready for battle, we fight for what we believe in and do what we do best. At the end of each day, with our armour dirty, our weapons stained, we rest and recover in our castle with a feast fit for a king, ready for the fight to begin again.
This image is taken during a brief break in training, although it is training we still conduct everything we do as if it was Afghanistan. What you see in this image is a home from home constructed out of the very armoured vehicles we use. A fortress in the middle of nowhere. On the outside we are a ring of steel providing protection and security for its soldiers, on the inside it is a home for its soldiers in which to rest, recover, plan tomorrow and observe the world.
We are a small part of what happens in Afghanistan, but we are all apart of Project Afghan.