Afghanistan

This war-torn land shows nothing but death and the dying. The ground is muddy from the rain, it’s dank and sodden. Up above the trench line is barbed wire and … nothing else. No birds, no animals … no people. A few dead bodies of the brave men going to assassinate the enemy by night fall, but stopped dead in their tracks, they got picked off by the sharpshooters. No! No one ever makes it! Never! There is a constant sound of gun blasts and the sound of explosions from the grenades. The dark is lit up by the flashes of the guns against the silver clouded sky. Nobody dares to look up for more than a few seconds otherwise they will be taken out.

Back a few miles from the front line, the officers make plans to attack the enemy. 250 miles away, comes the air support knowing that their men are okay and that the enemy are still there, like sitting ducks. The officers’ room is badly lit and the bulb is constantly flickering on and off from the shaking walls. There are maps and dossiers scattered all over the table in the centre of the room. The dossiers contain vital information in them, n...