Merry Christmas Afghanistan

It is what it is

Merry Christmas kid 

Here's more Magazines 

Go kill infidels 

We can turn away

But they won't go away

An old cold war chess board 

With A thirty four year checkmate 

Merry Christmas Afghanistan 

Allah's rubbish bin 

B 52'S fly by in silence 

Bombs rain down like sin 

Merry f*****g Christmas 

old Afghanistan 

Worst nine months of my life 

Playing policeman 

Author's Note

We were deployed to Afghanistan in 03, just after the initial invasion which from a military perspective was wildly successful. We were grossly under supplied thanks to the big build up for Iraq. Who ever the enemy was, they were either dead, playing local farmer or hiding in Pakistan or Iran. Our interpreter spoke Farsi, the most common of all the Persian languages which would have been Okay if it were not for the local Pashtuns who mostly spoke Pashto with a local dialect so half the time we had no clue what was up. It was freezing fucking cold in winter (coldest I've ever been in my life) We lived in plywood hooches with tar paper for insulation with old school wood burning stoves. We never engaged an enemy in any fashion. We just asked the locals questions which we rarely got answers to cause of the massive communication barrier. We searched the occasional vehicle we spotted. (The local transport of choice was Donkeys and goats) We counted the hours until the deployment was over so we could go home. As violent as Iraq was at least we were doing what we had been trained to do, engage the enemy and destroy them so we had a purpose their. Afghanistan was this weird empty void of freezing cold under supplied dysentery I've tried to blot from my memory because it was as I said in the poem, the worst nine months of my life. Freezing cold boredom wears you down in a different way than heat and moments of extreme violence does. At least the violence is exciting. Maybe you had to be there to get it. Probably. Anyway, Merry Christmas boys and girls.

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

This is a rough time to go through, which takes me to a sad scary place.....
Not an easy thing to swallow, out in the cold...
May your future Christmas' be Merrier....~xoxo~

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Robbie. Merry Christmas

[Robbie~xoxo~]

My pleasure... and you too...x

[Pryde Foltz]

I think if people really thought about what war really means … killing children and sacrificing your own, we might get past this war thing. The trick is getting people to think and not letting them forget. Keep at it, man, keep at it.

[Baby Ricochet]

Will do. Thank you Pryde

[Rita L. Sev]

I find it amazing that you share this part of your life with such raw clarity, and I am grateful to read history through the eyes of reality. Excellent.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Rita

[Marie]

Merry Christmas Baby R. I'm glad I wasn't in Afghanistan. I hate cold weather.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you marie.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

You s.o.b - you always manage to make me cry with these pieces, well done, great read!

[Baby Ricochet]

lol. Thank you Thomas

[Xx_Mizfit_xX]

Flows very nicely. good write!

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Mizfit

[ur_ginger_girl]

I expected something a little darker, but this is still really good.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Ginger

[Vidya Bacchus]

War makes no sense to me .People fighting for causes that they have made up in their minds.Giving guns to children insteaad of love nd saying it is in the name of god.Thank you for penning this most heartfelt piece:)

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Vidya

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome:P

[jacob erin-cilberto]

through your words, we gain more of an understanding of how "it really was"---

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Jacob

[icelandicblue]

You are a primary source of history. I didn't know that the biggest enemy that year was the weather and the language. Nine months must have felt like nine years. My life feels very soft in comparison.

[Baby Ricochet]

It was a long nine months in what felt like the end of the universe. Desolate is to mild a word
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