Leaving On A Jet Airplane
We'd been training for several months and now it was time to get on the plane. Apart from the language and history training we'd spent weeks practicing our shooting. We'd practiced patrolling around a pretend village that looked like it belonged more in West Belfast than Western Bosnia. We'd learnt what to do if we ended up in one of the many minefields still in existence (stay very, very still).
The Bosnia we were flying into wasn't one of daily sniping and mortar attacks - the Dayton Peace agreement had been signed sometime earlier. We were still going to be keeping the peace however.
We flew out to Split airport on a Sabena airlines 747.
We spent most of the flight ogling the pretty Belgian stewardesses.
I'm fairly certain the slightly camp Belgian steward spent most of the flight returning the favour with interest.
The Bosnia we were flying into wasn't one of daily sniping and mortar attacks - the Dayton Peace agreement had been signed sometime earlier. We were still going to be keeping the peace however.
We flew out to Split airport on a Sabena airlines 747.
We spent most of the flight ogling the pretty Belgian stewardesses.
I'm fairly certain the slightly camp Belgian steward spent most of the flight returning the favour with interest.
fired down the range by DC at 6:27 pm
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I met a Lieutenant who was going off to Bosnia a few years ago. He was really nice and spent a lot of time explaining the situation out there and what he would be doing. But I didn't really take very much of it on account of being distracted by how good looking he was...
Ah well Katy - no excuses this time then heh ;)
I imagine you were if they were anything like the Doris's we saw in Prague last year.
It was such an odd place for a peace agreement to be signed. But then, perhaps a bit of dull Ohio is just what was needed to calm the madding crowd.
Phil Esterhuis (Hill Street Blues)
"Let's be careful out there"
Take care soldier.
Minefields - the word says it all.
Just a thought. Have you kept the same oppos, work mates, whatever is the correct term, during your eleven years? Or are you regularly broken up. And how do you feel about it?
*breaks her eyes away from US's partially obscured photo*
Sorry, US, didn't catch a word of that.
I wonder how many mines are left. I didn't really enjoy the "probe for mines" training we had to do as part of our build up for it, like something out of a WWII film! While I was there we never stepped off into the long grass for fear of em, and I heard one of the russians trod on an anti personnel, only to put his hand out a he fell onto another. nasty stuff. Afganistan is apparently riddled with the buggers :( poor civies
best of luck 2 u US
TheBoy - maybe if they'd started the talks in Suffolk it would have finished much earlier.
FourDinners - I was!
PI - I wrote about army friendships here
There are probably only 4 or 5 people who I'm not working with at the minute who I stay in touch with.
Katy - it's partially obscured for a reason!
Anon - still far too many I suspect. It's the kids who suffer from them the worst.
D34D - ta but this all happened a long time ago.
Got it. Thanks. Must try links again. They are soooo useful.
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