Some of the most beautiful sunsets and stars.
The sunsets, because of the amount of dirt and
dust in the air, you would get like thirty two
layers or colour off of the mountains and it was
just this brilliant colours of pinks and oranges and
browns, they’re still seared into my memory of
how beautiful the place could be even though
it was the dark side of the moon as far as rock
and dirt and not much greenery anywhere.
The people were, were around the water,
you could always tell there was water around
if there was houses and small orchards and
stuff that they would build next to the waterway.
Anything else, there was not a chance.
The village of Bum, Afghanistan.
We would watch it overnight, the next morning
we saw people walking out of the village with jugs.
They walked for an hour to get water and they
walked an hour to get back.
Every day they had to go,
an hour walk with water. And, you know,
you can’t fathom that here in Canada,
water is as far as the tap is in most cases yet,
you know, they survive, they live.
They manage every day and a friend of mine,
her mom asked her to describe Afghanistan
and she said, “Mom, you remember
watching Passion of the Christ?”,
“Yep!” “Picture that but with less Romans and
add cell phones, that’s Afghanistan.”
You would see a man ride up on a camel and
he would throw one leg over the hump and
he would stop and watch what we are doing
and then he’d reach into his robe and out
would come the cell phone and
he would start making conversation.
You know there’s these juxtapositions, sorry,
of these things, it’s hard to fathom sometimes –
you’d go into a village, you would hear what
sounded like an exercise bike, you look over
into a compound there’s a kid peddling away
on a bicycle and he was providing power for
the TV inside the mud hut and the mud hut
had a satellite dish coming out of the side
of the mud hut and you’re just like,
how can this be possible? You know,
you’re in the middle of nowhere and yet
things happen that you wouldn’t expect.
The people in the most part in Afghanistan
were incredibly welcoming.
We would pull into a village that had never
seen American, Canadian NATO Forces at all.
We were going into some pretty wild places in
the Shwalicott Mountains and the terrain is
rugged and steep and diverse and we would
go into the village and they would come out
with tea and they would bring you chai (inaudible),
black tea or green tea and they would
offer it to you. And it’s hot out and you’re
thinking oh god I don’t want anything hot
but you have it to help you cool down.
And we would have sentries up on the
hillsides and they would walk up with tea to
all the sentry positions and give every
soldier some tea. And once you’d been
allowed into their, invited into their
village they were very friendly.
And the best part about my job being
PSYOPS is I was giving out soccer balls
to the kids. I was giving out flags to the
village elder. I was giving out leaflets and
pamphlets to the children. What we would
do is instead of just giving them a piece of
paper, we would fold it up into a paper
airplane and we would show them how to
fold them and make paper airplanes and
the kids were fascinated with this because
it was something they couldn’t, it was
something to play with. They usually had rocks,
that’s what the kids played with,
they threw rocks at each other.
So a paper airplane was a completely
incredible invention for them, they
absolutely loved that sort of stuff.
You know you could make
some inroads with the kids.
I was given a camera and a video camera
and told to record my experiences over
there for use for PSYOPS purposes but
also to record the battle groups mission.
And so I had one of the best jobs because
I was taking videos and photo the whole
time but it was very much a culture that
wanted all of the perks of modern living,
all of the benefits of modern civilization
but had not come out of what I felt was
like the Stone Age.