G6

In the morning we went to the OCCP meeting. The commander was really happy to see us - the dinner invitation seems to have worked. From there we went out to look for the office of the Afghan Women's Business Association. No-one knew exactly where it was, except for the interpreter, who had been there on Saturday, but as his ability to find his way around the city was practically non-existent, we ended up driving around for a while. We even managed to get stuck once, and the other vehicle had to drive around the block to pull the other car loose. At the office there was no-one to meet us despite the fact that we had made an appointment. Yes, we were one hour late, but that's common practise in Afghanistan, so we pretended not to see the problem. I guess we will have to pick up the load of hand-made soap that the Gender field advisor paid 400 USD for to distribute to the disaster victims another time.

After lunch we packed targets and ammunition and headed out to the shooting range. It was a long time since we were to the range with the PO staff, and it was good to practise some basic drills. It was hot and the extra exercise with the combat gear on meant that everyone was sweating. There was a turtle at the range. We immediately named it G6. It was very big and muddy and had a shell with a funny shape. As soon as it saw our cars it wanted to find some shelter in the shadow under our vehicles. After a while it chose to walk away and it soon disappeared in the grass. Perhaps it was scared of the sound of gunfire.