After a recent discussion with a fellow soldier, I started to think of the different things we military folk do to keep ourselves sane. Not the PTSD sanity, but the ‘I’m stuck here for hours and days staring at the same piece of god forsaken earth’ type of insanity.
My friend Sobe was showing me some pictures from a trip to Afghanistan a couple of years back, and one particular photo caught my eye. Not for the beauty of the land or the winding river below, but his posture in the photo. Sobe and his men were stuck on that OP for six days, and singing to the goats in the valley below seemed like a reasonable course of action. I sure as hell would sing to the goats if I had to sit for six days, staring at the Arghandab river basin 1,400 meters away.
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