Monday 31 March 2014 by Alison Wishart. No comments.
Opinion, views and commentary, Personal Stories Afghanistan, Kabul, Easter, recycling

Day 20: Easter without eggs

It's Easter Sunday and I am feeling deprived because I have NO chocolate eggs to eat. When we went to the European DFAC (Dining FACility) for brekky, I consoled myself with a croissant dipped in hot chocolate.

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Wednesday 26 March 2014 by Alison Wishart. No comments.
Opinion, views and commentary, Personal Stories Afghanistan, literacy, IEDs

Day 19 - the streets of Kabul

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Wednesday 26 March 2014 by Alison Wishart. No comments.
Opinion, views and commentary, Personal Stories Easter, passports, KAIA-N, Kabul, Afghanistan

Day 18 - not really here

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Wednesday 26 March 2014 by Alison Wishart. No comments.
Opinion, views and commentary, Personal Stories Afghanistan, boredom, recreation

Day 17 - Battle rhythmn

Back in Australia, you'll hear the phrase: "work/life balance". Balancing the needs of children or significant others with the demands of a job while running a household can be a complex and sometimes stressful juggling act. Things get out of balance easily. On deployment, I've come to the conclusion that the equation is not "work/life" but "work = life".

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Wednesday 26 March 2014 by Alison Wishart. No comments.
Opinion, views and commentary, Personal Stories mothering, Afghanistan, skype

Day 16 - Staying connected

No modern soldier goes to war without a laptop. This was an observation that Sally Sara, the ABC's former foreign correspondent in Afghanistan made. Sara reported that when some troops who were stationed at a remote patrol base and hadn't been able to have a shower for three months were offered the choice of having showers or internet access installed, they chose internet.

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Wednesday 26 March 2014 by Dianne Rutherford. No comments.
ANZAC Voices, Personal Stories Water; Horses; Light Horse

When rest of the AIF went to France in 1916, the bulk of the mounted forces remained behind in Egypt. Some men, feeling they were missing out on ‘the action’, left the Light Horse and joined the infantry serving on the Western Front.

 

Those that remained continued fighting the Turkish Army, who threatened the Suez Canal in Egypt. After 1916 the threat to the canal was over and the British and Commonwealth forces gradually advanced into Turkish territory. In 1917 they entered Palestine and by the end of the year had captured the ancient holy city of Jerusalem. In 1918 they fought in Jordan and Syria and the capture of the city of Damascus in October all but spelt the end for the Turkish forces. An armistice was signed with Turkey a few weeks later.

B00237 Watering horses from a canvas trough, 1918. B00237

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Monday 24 March 2014 by Alison Wishart. No comments.
Opinion, views and commentary, Personal Stories Tarin Kot, Al Minhad, army life, Afghanistan

Day 15 - Hurry up and wait

Like parents who get their children's names muddled up, the three blokes I am travelling with often get each other's names confused. So now they are called G1, G2 and G3, and collectively, the G-force. 

I am known as 'Dead eye dick", because I shot 13 out of 13 rounds on target with the pistol. However, the enemy would probaby be on top of me before I managed to line up the shot and pull the trigger. As someone who advocates that war should always be a last resort, I never expected to be learning to fire a pistol!

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Monday 24 March 2014 by Alison Wishart. 2 comments.
Opinion, views and commentary, Personal Stories Food, catering, Tarin Kot, Afghanistan

Day 14 - "an army marches on its stomach"

Napoleon Boneparte was spot on when he (is credited to have) said: "an army marches on its stomach",  I haven't noticed a lot of marching going on around the base, but there's certainly a lot of eating!

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Monday 24 March 2014 by Alison Wishart. No comments.
Opinion, views and commentary, Personal Stories Tarin Kot, battle zone, green on blue, smoking

Day 13: colours of the battle zone

The rain has cleared leaving the sky clear of dust.  This provided some spectacular views to the distant mountains beyond the Tarin Kot base.

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Friday 21 March 2014 by Alison Wishart. No comments.
Opinion, views and commentary, Personal Stories salsa, Cuban shuffle, wobble, fraternising, gym

Day 12 - Mud and dust and salsa

It rained in Tarin Kot for 36 hours straight and all the dust turned to pale brown mud. G1 wanted to go sliding in it - there's something about the rules and regimentation of an army base that just makes you want to muck up. All I wanted was a hot bubble bath to warm myself up. There was no chance of this, so I went to the gym instead.

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