Taliban alarm clock: My first day back in Afghanistan and the Taliban take out the pizza place
I was so tired my first night at Kandahar Air Field (KAF) that the wailing-screaming-shreaking-shouting rocket attack siren was easily incorporated into my dream. It was a good ten minutes later and someone banging on my door to tell me to get my ass in the bunker that finally got me out of my borrowed bed.
I had memorized the location of the bunker but it took me a few strides in the wrong direction before I remembered where it was. I joined the two other occupants at the doorway. It was 5.30 a.m.
An MP truck drove by a nearby bunker and warned people to get inside and not stand in the doorway. We all backed in.
The alarm was not a ruse. We heard at least two impacts and could see dust from the explosion across the rooftops of the base. I was told that with the end of the holy month of Ramadan at midnight last night, the Taliban had gotten themselves filled with food and decided to stir things up a little.
The National Post’s Richard Johnson begins his third journey to Afghanistan this week. Work from his earlier assignments won international awards and a place in the Smithsonian Museum’s permanent collection.
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