Again I lie here in the sand writing this with the Afghan sun beating down upon me, 40+ degrees sapping my energy with the same beads of sweat collecting the same sand that has been on my body for days, I look and smell dirty. As I write this I can feel my body being pushed by gravity further deeper into the desert floor as if it’s trying to keep me here and make me a permanent fixture of the afghan desert, as if the devil himself who opens his gates to hell every morning is pulling at me, enticing me to stay forever, it may not be a satanic battle like the film The Omen, but it’s a battle I intend to win as I recite the words “as I walk through the valley of death I shall fear no evil, for I am a British soldier”.
My time in the desert is coming to an end, I start to think about what awaits me once I get back to my home in the middle of nowhere, warm showers, fresh food, mail from home, a bed to sleep on and yes more sand, but I remind myself I’m still here, I still have a job to do, people depend on me, I mustn’t become complacent, I mustn’t switch off because somewhere out there the Taliban lay in wait.
This has been just 6 days in the sand out of the 6 months I’m deployed to Afghanistan, this is a small view of what we do, this is our lives and this is Afghanistan in 2012.
Regards Project Afghan.