eternal recurrence

There is war going on over here. My B-hut and all the other huts all have bunkers right next to them. I bought a can of orange spray paint went inside of the hut and painted "RESERVED FOR MIKE GEARY"

A couple of weeks ago we had a short mortar attack. The sound of rockets headed in your direction leaves an indelible impression on your brain. My battle gear is right by the bed for quick access.

We are confined to base which is surrounded by the Hindu Kush mountains. They are huge, forboding and a bit magical. I am working my way through "The Great Game" which I thoroughly enjoy. At times I think you can hear the Gods laughing at us from the peaks. It seems we are replaying the same historical scene over and over again.



My boss is an ex-Sgt Major in the Marines. He compliments the soldiers by calling them trigger pulling killers. Some of them are and some don't look old enough to drive. Some are exhausted after multiple deployments having fought in Iraq and now Afghanistan. For them the war goes on and on.