Tactical Buddha?

Hanging out in the ‘stan, taking a breather.

We saw someone snoopin’ and poopin’ on us from a distance from the rooftop of a mud hut complex and decided to check it out. Once I called it, the rear team swung wide from the left, the front team swung wide from the  right, and the middle moved in straight towards the compound. As we got closer a few mopeds with MAMs took off, and as we cordoned off the area and began our sweeps it looked like a dry hole. As we started talking (via the terp) to the dudes in the mud hut, it became apparent that not all of them lived there; even more concerning is that people that claimed they lived there did not know anyone else. We broke out the metal detectors and found a couple of freshly buried under folder AK47 type rifles and some loaded mags.

It was not a completely successful day, but it disrupted enemy movement is a previously (for the most part) uncontested area.

2011, Kareze Saydi, Afghanistan

approx. 31°32’33.8″N 64°10’37.1″E


Taking a Breather

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there’s some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

-Robert Frost

Sorry, Kid. No Biscuite.

One of the common denominators in both Iraq and Afghanistan is was the presence of a kid’s never-ending sweet tooth. Due to the language barrier, pretty much everything was either chocolate or a biscuite, even if it was a Jolly Rancher. This picture here displays some of the frustrations or curiosities of a young adult in the Helmand Province, Afghanistan when we have nothing to share, Lol. Good times.