Waffenbrüder

The chairman of the Provincial Council was supposed to meet us in the morning, but he cancelled in the last minute. Just as we were taking away the tea and cookies from the table, the interpreter came to tell us that there was a man at the gate who wanted to meet us. It was another representative for some faceless organisation in the agricultural sector. He couldn't even say for sure if their organisation was government funded or not - consequently we were not that keen on helping his organisation. There was a quieter period in the middle of the day, which I spent reading Dan Brown's The Lost Symbol. It's entertaining and well enough written, but otherwise a complete waste of time. After the briefing we had a barbecue on the sundeck in normal Thursday fashion. It was quite windy and cloudy, so many of the guys were feeling cold. The thermometer, however, was at 22 degrees. And most of us were freezing!

After darkness we got a message about a German recovery unit that needed to stay the night at our compound. They didn't know the way to the PO, so we went out to link up with them on the ring road. We met them some distance away from the road in the desert, and they followed us into our camp. All their vehicles didn't fit in the yard and we were forced to leave a truck in the street. The message about the German casualties had come in some time earlier. We tried our best to make the Germans comfortable in our camp. It was the least we could do. I took part in their moment of silence for the gefallene Kameraden.


Barbecue night means left-overs also for Isaf.


Also G4 has a good appetite. Nearly half of this slice had disappeared by dusk!