Seems like spring is coming (just a jest) but with such sunny days but cold evenings, when temperatures rise 5 degrees it's something to celebrate! No rain in sight, yet. [I hope that continues.]
Mornings have proven to be very significant. Starting in Dubai at 6 am on 19 December, the morning call to worship was a sound I have not heard since Saudi Arabia/Kuwait in 1990. It is both comforting and mysterious in nature. Now at Kandahar, the morning call is answered by artillery practice begining at about 4 am. First, there's the kerumpa, kerumpa of mortars, then ratatattat of machine gun fire and finally the purrrrrrrr of the A-10's gatlin guns. The first morning cacaphony of this odd orchestra had me on edge worrying about a nearby slug fest with the Taliban but since they did not sound the alarm... it could have been nothing but target practice.
By now, it's probably something I'll miss while looking forward to home when one of my dogs coughs up a piece of plactic (I do miss their nocturnal antics). Nevertheless, morning are calm and soothing and they begin at 5 am (just like at home).
Good night,
Christopher
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