One night we had to go to the palace,
the Karzai's palace, it was the
presidential palace and it was this massive
compound within the confines of the city
and I just sort of went along because
I was going to meet someone at the,
some other security detail we were meeting
up with to coordinate activities for another
day so we left at night, sort of drive
through and for the most part at night the
streets in Kabul are deserted because
there is curfew. So you can get from place
to place but you drive fast and
there's no lights so we pull up to this gate
at the pre-arranged time but
no one told the guard that.
And the guards at the palace,
I can't remember if they are Nepalese or
they were almost like a quasi-military,
para-military that was hired by the
Americans who were in charge of the place.
And we pull up to this gate and
obviously the guy there had not expected
us and I was sitting in the front seat
in this unmarked, unarmoured vehicle and
we had pulled up, you know, and
I was expecting the same routine;
the lights, let's see your id,
sort of who are you,
it's just you go through this routine,
yes, it's who they say they were
before they sort of run you through
these layers of security before you
get to enter this place and
this guard had not expected us and
challenged the vehicle.
He jumps out in front of the vehicle
and screams like,
I don't know what he's screaming,
sort of basically, "Stop, halt, hands up!"
or whatever and he had cocked his rifle and
he had brought it up to his shoulder
right in front of the vehicle and I remember
sitting in the front seat and I had my
body armour on and I was armed but I mean
this guy had the jump on us and basically
could have shot the vehicle up and
that would have been it.
And he's screaming and yelling at us to
get out and he doesn't speak English.
It was like what do we do?
And luckily there was someone there,
his supervisor or whatever, sort of calmed him
down and they realized who we were and
we had shown our id and
we got into the building but again,
things go from being completely benign to
I could have got killed there by this guy
quite easily and that freaked me out that
night and I thought that's
how fast things happen.
It would have been oh sorry mistaken identity,
sorry we thought your car was,
and this guy had he of not had
any more control could have lit us up easily
so that was a bit of an eye opener.
So there was several instances like that
and the confidence in knowing that the guys
I was with knew how to handle themselves
and that sort of tempered the,
that tempered my concerns because
you know the unit that I was with these
guys were trained very well,
they know how to handle themselves
so just being with them made me
feel a lot better knowing that if the
crap hit the fan at least I'm with the best
trained people who knew how to deal with
it and I was fortunate enough to sort
of absorb some of that training as well.
So I knew that if something happened
the best thing to do was basically,
okay something has happened, follow us,
this is the plan, we always had a plan so
that kind of gave you more confidence.
But to go along those routes, to go along
those places where there had been an
attack yesterday and, you know, you drive by
the area and the place is burned out and
there's like a wreckage of the vehicle
pushed in the ditch sort of thing,
it was unnerving on a number of occasions.