^ aw cuss, thanks dude. I couldn't be arsed, but I'm sure glad you were. Perfectly said.
Funny enough, I know a guy who was BOTH a soldier and photog for CP. He went over embedded as a photog, and took a pretty neato pic of an IED going off in front of him. Somehow he gets by without sounding like he's Gunny Highway.
I'd love to see how our photog holds up waiting for the kaboom driving an HL down into Panjwaii for six months to bring guys in the field all the junk they need. Or how well our photographer would stand up running a TOC at KAF, having to try to do their best to help out their buddies in the field and listen to all the nine liners and coordinating the casevacs, knowing it was your comrades out there and you were almost powerless to help them. Or how he'd hold up as a KAF rat maintainer who's job it was to unload the bodies from IED'd vehicles and strip the serialized kit out of a LAV hull painted inside with blood and gore that had been marinating in the Afghan heat for a few days. It's not like the bodies and ammo and rockets and radios and weapons all get out by ####ing magic. Or how he'd like being a postie on KAF who had to clean and rewrap Christmas parcels because the first guy trying to deliver them out to the field is splattered all over them. Or how he'd like being the weapons tech who's job it was to clean rifles recovered from the battlefield which were filthy with blood and bits of other Canadians on them, some who you'd served with for decades.
All of those things are real examples. There's way more I could think of too. I did not for a second envy the jobs the guys back on KAF had to do.
Funny enough, I know a guy who was BOTH a soldier and photog for CP. He went over embedded as a photog, and took a pretty neato pic of an IED going off in front of him. Somehow he gets by without sounding like he's Gunny Highway.
I'd love to see how our photog holds up waiting for the kaboom driving an HL down into Panjwaii for six months to bring guys in the field all the junk they need. Or how well our photographer would stand up running a TOC at KAF, having to try to do their best to help out their buddies in the field and listen to all the nine liners and coordinating the casevacs, knowing it was your comrades out there and you were almost powerless to help them. Or how he'd hold up as a KAF rat maintainer who's job it was to unload the bodies from IED'd vehicles and strip the serialized kit out of a LAV hull painted inside with blood and gore that had been marinating in the Afghan heat for a few days. It's not like the bodies and ammo and rockets and radios and weapons all get out by ####ing magic. Or how he'd like being a postie on KAF who had to clean and rewrap Christmas parcels because the first guy trying to deliver them out to the field is splattered all over them. Or how he'd like being the weapons tech who's job it was to clean rifles recovered from the battlefield which were filthy with blood and bits of other Canadians on them, some who you'd served with for decades.
All of those things are real examples. There's way more I could think of too. I did not for a second envy the jobs the guys back on KAF had to do.
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