Manning the Fence

So, here are some pictures from my recent stint on guard duty. Of course, I wasn't really doing much guarding, which, when you think about it, was probably best for all involved. Most of the guarding, including where I was, is taken care of by Ugandans. How it came about that Ugandans work security at our base is beyond me...but there they are. They are actually pretty funny guys, and they do speak pretty fair English. Here are a couple of them hanging out with their G.I. buddy for the day:



You can see how much action we saw that night..."you see that camel out there?"



...and here I am in the Humvee turret, manning a weapon I have a rudimentary knowledge of...



...the "real" soldier that was with me asked if I knew how to use the thing...and more or less, I do, but I also figured that the likelihood of me having to use the thing was minimal, not too mention that if the situation arose that required me to actually fire, then I would probably just use the rifle I did know how to use (though my proficiency at that is also a matter of some debate!).

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