antihero

8 days left in Afghanistan and it's back to San Diego. Today I was strolling around an old Taliban base that american planes destroyed in 01 and I realized...I'll miss this place. Standing there among the caranage, tanks blown to pieces, femur bone sticking out of the mud, discarded weapons left from people running for their lives...I really am going to miss it. So like a little kid, I started climbing into tanks, pretending a was a Russian soldier...sitting in the commanders seat and looking out the little slot. One tank I climbed in still had the helmet the tankers wore....it's soft, more to protect you from bumping your head. I put it on and my Afghan bodyguards laughed and laughed. Taking if off I noticed a bullet hole in the back...who ever was wearing this didn't survive. I kept it...to always remind me of this crazy and wonderful place...