Viagra

Today I finally got a transport back to Aybak. MOT D had ended their operation a little earlier than expected, so they got to act as a convoy. This time I did not have to climb into the uncomfortable rear seat of an RG-32, because J from G9 CIMIC (civil-military co-operation) joined us, and he was able to borrow a Mercedes from FIN NSE. It was indeed much more pleasant to travel in an air-conditioned Mercedes originally designed for civilian use, listening to the CD-player, instead of having to listen to mechanical noise of a true fighting vehicle, with the air-conditioning coming from the roof gunner's hatch. I must be getting old.

The first thing that struck me in Aybak is that our senior chef A was acting even more strange today that he has been doing recently. He was again sneaking around with his soft air gun with the Pineapple Team (The Gustavsson brothers - "No eggs today") trying to shoot our guest in the back. Every day there are increasingly strange messages on the dining hall notice board, and today in the welfare room one of the Gustavssons had hung himself on the wall, wearing a cook's outfit. Don't ask - I don't know. As long as everyone seems to thinks it's fun I suppose it's no harm.

MOT D also do their share in keeping a smile on everyone's face. Their second driver L keeps talking almost non-stop in a "free association" -kind of way, and the signalist P can fill in any gaps as long as it's about movies. Their medic B, who is from Dalarna, has also begun to show a new side to himself recently, almost challenging L's position as the "porn king" of MOT D. Today they told us about a practical joke that the guys in JTAC (joint tactical air command) had done to one of their colleagues: They had put some Viagra in his coffee without him noticing. The rumours about what followed have now spread far and wide. I won't go into any details, but no-one was hurt.


The passenger seat of an RG-32. Yes, there is a seat under all that gear.