Strap kit down, buckle-up, enjoy… the never ending ride (Pt2)

Corporal Si Longworth in Afghanistan

Corporal Si Longworth is one of 38 trained British Army photographers. He left a career in aviation to pursue his passion for photography; capturing everything that military life has to offer. He is currently in Afghanistan as the Task Force Helmand Photographer on Op HERRICK 18.

Alarm clocks…

…Interesting things that we all rely on a day to day basis to meet our daily schedule. I hadn’t needed one so far. At Lashkar Gah, between all the guys in the morning who rustle around the tented accommodation at ‘sparrow’s fart’, the morning tent-shaking delivery of stores from whatever helicopter passes overhead, or the fact that there are plastic windows that are never closed in our pod, ever, it’s pretty much guaranteed that I will be awake with plenty of time on my hands to get to the gym, have breakfast and walk to work at an unbelievably slow pace.

Annoying as that all is each morning, what it does mean is I don’t have to worry about not waking up or setting an alarm. Ok, the helicopter may change its schedule, but the sun will definitely still rise, and I would risk my house on the fact that somebody will catch some part of their body armour’s male Velcro, on the female Velcro surrounding the tent doorway, and have to prise themselves off it. It’s not that noise that wakes me; it’s the angry vocal expletive that accompanies it that does… but also makes me chuckle.

So there I was at MOB Price having expected to be on a flight home, but instead being told that I was up and out first thing in the morning on another operation. It was around 2000 hrs when I finally got into the transit accommodation, and I was due to be up and out at 0300 hrs. I have no clean clothes, and not really any time to wash them. I had to dig into my kit, re-pack, dust everything off and charge all my camera batteries, which were flat. The unit’s press officer was looking me after. He was gracious enough to loan me a pair of clean socks for the off. I will get them back to him at some point..

I decided to take a chance and swill one set of underwear out in the sinks. I left it hanging outside the tent and hoped for the best.

I turned my camera kit around and re-packed and finally laid down at around 2200 hrs. As I laid there eyelids flickering, it occurred to me that I had absolutely no way of ensuring I was up ready to be out at three. Jumped out of bed, and ran over to the NAAFI. They had sold out of alarm clocks so I ran over to where the press officer worked. He had called it a night and I didn’t know where he lived. There was hardly anyone around camp to even ask, so decided to head back to my room. When I got back, another traveller had slipped in, and was just unpacking his gear. It was a cruel call, but I sweet-talked him into setting an alarm on his iPad to wake me up. Nice one.. Shut eye, at last.

Obsessive neatness

You never really get a good night’s sleep when you know you are up early. This was no different. I engaged autopilot from the second I heard the beep beep. Shower, shave. The usual drill, with eyes wide shut. I grabbed my undies. Yep, they were still damp, but that would be refreshing so on they went.

My transit accommodation was a good 10-minute walk down to the ‘dust bowl’. This was an area where visiting vehicles could leaguer up. It was a fairly enthusiastic walk as I had finally woken up and I knew whom I was going to meet up with. It was 32 Sqn, 3 CLSR and the men and women from the Combat Logistic Patrol I had been out with previously. (If you haven’t read that, I would ready that first, here)

I got down there and ‘tipped my hat’ to the OC, Major Rob Futter, and the Squadron Sergeant Major, WO2 Grant Turley. It was good to see them all again, as we had shared some laughs on the previous trip. This time, I was going to take a seat with the OC in his command vehicle, which was a Mastiff. The crew consisted of Taff, a Welsh Reservist, Britt, a man with obsessive neatness around the vehicle, Tex, the OC’s signaller and a crap-hand at poker (which reminds me of the 20 you owe me..) and the boss. They made me feel as welcome as ever. I was even given a computer to play around with in the back, and shown the text communication systems.

The OC filled me in on all the finer details of the plan. Simple as always. Convoy move to a location, rest up and be prepared to provide logistical support where necessary. As always, I squeezed out the information that was relevant to me. The whole task was going to last between three and nine days. I am sure I made the confirmatory sniff to the armpits of my shirt as subtle as possible when the OC gave me the time-frame. Actually, why was I worried? Even though the convoy was going to top my first bout of 26 hours by nearly another 10, I was in good spirits, because we could wash our gear at our end location; couldn’t we? Well actually, no. There was no room at the inn for the amount of axles we rolled with, so we were going to once again leaguer up in the desert. I even managed to crack a smile.

Once on the road I got down to the usual task of getting what images I could from the top hatch. We were trucking through the desert this time, and the scenery was different from the green zone, but unfortunately a bit bland.

Convoy

I got convoy images, but wanted to catch the OC in his top cover duties as that made for a more interesting shot, and wouldn’t be posed. This proved more difficult than you can imagine. As a photographer, I wanted everything to be as ‘perfect’ as it can be, for the picture. Sure there are always outtakes and images that never see the light of day, but as this is a blog about photography, as much as it is about being an Army Photographer I want you to see the differences. During a convoy that is heading in one direction for hours and hours, it’s hard to get the shot you want (if you are only using available light) when the sun is in the wrong place. This is also made worse when you can’t be stood there for hours and hours. I was popping up and down as the patrol moved on and kept on checking on my friend, the sun.

Here is an image that doesn’t make the cut. The light is not that great.

The first go: bad light spoilt play

However, when the ‘stars align’, in this case, the sun, the whole image can be turned around. I hope you agree, it was worth trying again and again.

Second time lucky: Same angle, different light

Happy with that image, I sat down again in my seat and pondered the mysteries of life for another five or six hours until our first rest stop. I am aware that after my last blog a lot of people are interested in the bodily functions that us guys and girls have to do when we are locked in the back of a moving vehicle for so long, and need to keep hydrated. Let’s just say that as the hours roll on by, the collection of full bottles builds up at the back of the wagon. Fortunately, different manufacturers make bottles with varying opening sizes. Hang on, hang on; before you all run your minds off to the gutter please let me explain. The smaller water bottles are great for the tarmac roads, whilst the energy drink ‘Gatorade’ sized bottles are more your rough-terrain pee-bottle. If you use all your supply of larger bottles up too early in the journey, whilst still on the tarmac, then purging one’s self could become quite interesting when it comes to the uneven ground. Trust me; when the truck is bouncing in every direction, the last thing you want is to do is worry about a ‘rogue stream’.

 Bodo and Onyx

On and on we rolled. Mile after mile. I did laugh at the fact that I had only done a journey like this several weeks earlier and had decided that as good an experience it was; there wasn’t much photographic benefit to it. But, the juice was definitely worth the squeeze on this occasion, because I would be spending time with another group of very different people and getting to know how the CLSR does business in a Leaguer. Tex was good company too. He briefed me up on all the different nets the OC was chatting on, who to send texts to and when. It actually made the time pass by a little quicker being given something to do and not just be a passenger. I thank him for that. (But you still owe me 20)

Luckily for us, the journey was broken up with a five-hour stop over at a military base. In we rolled, parked up close and stretched our legs. I still laugh today as I recall watching a steady stream of people emerging from within the tightly woven vehicles in the general direction of the toilets, each person clutching a collection of bottles. Only the military would find this funny.

Break time for the convoy

The guys got down to administrating their vehicles in all sorts of ways. Dust filters needed cleaning, water stocks had to be updated, and minor repairs had to be made when bit’s had been damaged on the terrain. It was still daylight, but the sun was fading fast. Camp cots were being positioned all around, and once food had been consumed, it was time for shut-eye.

I busied myself grabbing pictures, and managed to snap Taff in front of a setting sun.

LCpl ‘Taff’ Davies

During our short stay, I met another two dogs. One was a protection dog, Bodo a Malin-cross, pictured below, who was handled by Private Chris Jones Royal Army Veterinary Corps and the other was a black Lab called Onyx, a search dog handled by Trooper Jordan Davies. (A ‘Tankie) Bodo took an instant like to me. Or was it the other way around? I have always loved dogs and always wanted one, but couldn’t justify it whilst in the Army. I am away too much to stress about keeping it exercised. One day maybe.

A toy for Bodo the military protection dog

After a few hours shut-eye, we rolled out. Thankfully it was only another three-hour sprint to our final destination. In the words of the fantastic Tina Turner; “Big wheels keep on rollin’”.

As we pulled into our intended leaguer area, the Danes where pitched up beside us, and behind them as if by magic were the Warthog Group; they had pipped us to the post. I smiled, as I know I would have had a much comfier ride than the guys on tracks. There is always somebody worse-off. I went and said hello to the guys. It had been little under 48 hours since I saw them last, but it was like a year break, and the catch-up banter was cruel, in a way I believe only soldiers understand.

Back over at the CLP leaguer area, everyone was starting to pitch camp, and find his or her little spots for the coming days. I was met by a frustrated looking Britt, who had shoe horned himself out of the driver’s position only to find the rear of his truck had been messed up by yours truly. He quickly got on with re-administering it. I joked he would make a good house-husband and his frown deepened. As I came to realise over the time I spent living with this truck full of guys is that having someone who takes great pride in making sure that every detail is ‘squared-away’ is a real god-send. To Britt, this mastiff was his baby, and he looked after it, and thus, looked after us. So thank you, man.

My bed, bottom right. The wind and sand was unforgiving.

One of the first things I noticed was how fine the desert sand was. It actually was more like dust, and there seemed to be a constant wind whipping up everywhere. Dust and sand got everywhere. There was no stopping it, and quite frankly, it was brutal. Nowhere was safe, less in a sealed wagon. It was a massive effort to keep all my kit and equipment clean and dust free. My two cameras took an intense beating whilst living here, but they still pulled through.

I set up my little living area. It wasn’t much. I hoisted up the satellite dish on to the roof and made a little working area. I thought this was going to be my office, but I hadn’t really thought it all through. I was hit with so many problems that I couldn’t have imagined. Up until now, I hadn’t really needed to communicate with the outside world, but I wanted to start sending updates back to HQ. For starters there was nowhere to charge my laptop and satellite. Thankfully, the ‘big-wheelers’ (Tank transporters) had a little gadget that converted 24v DC to a useable output. Next there was the sheer heat. At 42-45 in the shade, the computer does not do well. In fact, it doesn’t really ‘do’ at all. The trackpad does not sense your finger and the CPU overheats; probably from ingesting so much sand. Finally the battery power is greatly reduced. I am talking about a 30 minute window, if I could get the battery fully charged at all. The only charging window was when the trucks started up, and that was only twice daily, so I never really hit full charge. In reality, I managed to connect to the Internet for about 10-15 minutes daily. This was just enough to send an essential update to the real world. That was, until this happened…

Oops!

Someone had accidentally broken the main cable that gave me precious contact. So everyone can blame the sun, the sand and whoever snapped my cable, as these are the reasons why the latest blog has taken so long to get to you.

The Littlest Hobo

Over the next few days I spent time capturing different parts of the day; morning routine, exercise and the dogs. I kept wandering over to see Bodo, who always greeted me with a smile. (You haven’t seen the last of him)

Me and Bodo

The sand engrains itself into your skin throughout the day. Cpl Gethin Hiscocks, 3CLSR.

The Brits make use of the wind and a poncho, to pass the time. The Danish vehicles leaguered up in the background.

The Oscar Charlie prepares for the future.

I found a way to contact my boss using the text system in the vehicle. I had left a message and it had finally been received. I had been there a total of four days and had eaten far too much sand. My kit stunk. I had tried rinsing clothes through but only to have it dry stiff with infused sand. I was all pictured out. It was time to leave.

I managed to formulate an extraction plan, as I knew there was a resupply going to happen by helicopter. I was keen to get on a radio to my boss. Through the magic of radio satellite communications, Tex made it happen. I explained what I had done, and what my plan was to get out. My boss however, had different ideas. What he had found out was that there was another Op going on relatively close to where we were. Images were required, and unfortunately I was just too close to miss this opportunity. It was time to pack my bags. The ‘Littlest Hobo’ was on the move again. Just enough time to say my goodbyes and smash one last picture of Bodo and Private Chris Jones.

Bodo and Private Chris Jones

One last thing… Tex; you owe me 20!

To be continued…

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Postman to Soldier – on Target

Rct Richardson

Rct Richardson is halfway through Phase 1 training at the Army Training Centre Pirbright (ATC(P)). Upon successful completion of the 14 week course he is set to start training at Blandford Camp as an Electronic Warfare Systems Operator.

My mind was set on joining the army; my Grandpa was in the Royal Tank Regiment, my Uncle was in the Parachute Regiment and later the 2^nd Yorkshire Regiment and my brother-in-law was in the 3^rd Yorkshire Regiment. I did wonder at times though what I was doing joining the Army. I’ve been with my partner for nine years, had a steady job as a Postman for eight, had a mortgaged property for seven and have two children Dillan and Lucas, aged two and four respectively. This new career move was to be a massive change for both me and my family, but I was certain that the upheaval would be worth it for such a challenging and rewarding career

Week 5 – ‘First Night’

Exercise ‘FIRST NIGHT’ was to be our first real outdoor exercise; two nights and three days in the field.  We started Sunday evening and continued into Monday morning prepping our kit; making sure it was all in working order, waterproofed and all packed into the correct places. Later that day we were also fitted for our number two suits, which we will all be wearing hopefully on ‘pass off’ in nine weeks’ time.  The suits are fitted and felt rather snug; I guess I’m not used to wearing clothing that are correctly fitted; a far cry from the baggy jeans and hoodie I used to be so accustomed to wearing. We all decided to bed down early to ensure we were well rested as we expect to not get too much sleep over the next few nights; early starts, late patrols, staging on and maybe the occasional stand to.  Tuesday morning was an early start as usual; 0600 hours reveille, then breakfast at 0615.  I decided today that I would have a ‘full -English’ in the cookhouse to ensure I had a decent ‘last meal’.

We gathered outside the block with our webbing and bergens, all our kit was checked by our section commanders then our bergens were loaded onto the DAF lorry.  We sat on the grass outside the block excitedly awaiting our next instructions.  Thankfully we didn’t have to march all the way with our bergens; we did however meet the DAF later in a car park, and had to carry our bergens the last mile or so.  They felt a bit heavy, but I guess we’ve got to get used to carrying the weight!

As we neared our destination we put our previous field craft lessons into place; we created a snap ambush with an all-round defence, waited a while, then we occupied the harbour area in our sections, all facing out, creating a 360 degree lookout.  We were then instructed to begin work on our shell scrapes.  I don’t know why they call them ‘scrapes’, they are a 6’ x 4’ by 2’ deep hole and they involve a lot of heavy digging and not a lot of scraping at all.  The shell scrape was to be our ‘home’ for the next few days and nights.

On exercise we put all our classroom based theory into practice.  I particularly enjoyed fire manoeuvres; practising advancing on a target and also tactically retreating, while using cover and also firing blank rounds. This part of the exercise was very exciting; lots of energy, lots of adrenaline!  We did however; have to bear in mind that the skills we learnt and were practising may one day have to be put into a real life situation.

At first light we woke, then had to do our ‘morning routine’.  This meant we had one hour to cook our breakfast, wash, shave, change and strip and clean our rifle.  It was a bit of a struggle, one hour is not a long time when you have so much to do and I just managed it in the time allotted.  I guess I’ll have to go a little quicker when we get tested on our next exercise.  We finished with a TAB back to ATC Pirbright.  A TAB (Tactical Advance to Battle), is a quick march as a squad, not running though.  Being 6’2” with a long stride, I found I really enjoy tabbing.  Exercise first night was highly enjoyable and I am looking forward to more exercises in the future.

Realities of War Weekend

The week ended on a sombre and sobering note; Realities of War weekend.  We received talks from Corporal Verth and Corporal Fell about the realities of war, including some real life situations they have found themselves in, in theatre.  This was very informative and insightful, and was designed to ensure we are very aware of the true risks we may face in our Army career.  We also marched from Pirbright to Brookwood Military Cemetery. I found the visit very emotional when you realised the size of the cemetery, the number of graves and the immeasurable loss of life due to conflicts past and present.  The whole weekend has had a massive impact on me, but I am undeterred in the pursuit of my Army Career.

Week 6 – Live firing

This week mainly consisted of live firing on the ranges, drill practice and lots and lots of ironing and cleaning of lockers.  The drill and cleaning were all in preparation for our Squadron Sergeant Major’s inspection and also our drill test in which the Sergeant Major would also be present.  In the build-up to the big Sergeant Major’s inspection we had various inspections increasing in importance, building up to the ‘big ‘one’!

Monday was to be an inspection from our Troop Sergeant, Sergeant Dale.  When they conduct the inspection they check not only your lockers, but your rooms, the toilets, showers, corridors, communal rooms and also your appearance.  I must admit to a mild case of obsessive compulsive disorder, but this comes in rather handy in the Army, as I like everything to be well ordered, arranged correctly, well ironed, beautifully polished and so does the Army. Monday morning I managed to pass Sergeant Dale’s inspection only picking up one minor point; my smock was zipped up to the top and all the other lads in my section had theirs unzipped, as they would be when worn.  Only a minor point, but it did annoy me somewhat as I pride myself on my pristine lockers.

CBRN lesson

Richardson before CS

Richardson after CS

The lessons we are receiving from our section commanders are now becoming much more interesting; this week was our first CBRN lesson from Corporal Verth.  CBRN stands for Chemical, Biological, Radioactive and Nuclear and in these lessons we learn how to best protect ourselves from such attacks.  I found these lessons informative and interesting, but also a little worrying; let us hope modern conflict never incurs such attacks.

Learning to shoot

This week was a week for firsts; Tuesday was our first full day on the firing range.  The day started early; Corporal Verth ensured we were on parade early and first down to the armoury to collect our rifles and beat the inevitable queue that forms there.  We got on the range, set up the targets and were ready.  It was a beautiful day; the sun was shining and it was warm.  Maybe a little too warm, but if we get deployed abroad we could end up in places like Afghanistan, so I guess we have to get used to it.

We increased our live firing distance from the initial 25m up to 50m and finishing at 100m.  We fired at the two distances using the four firing positions we will get to be so familiar with: prone (lying down), kneeling, sitting and standing.  50m went well for me, I had nice tight groupings just left of the centre, I was feeling confident about increasing the distance.  My sight had been altered to centre my shots, but for some reason my shooting was appalling.  I had rounds all over the place.

Corporal Fell, who was my coach for the day, could not understand what I was doing and neither could I.  I had too many rounds on some targets, none on others and out of the 20 rounds I’d fired we could only account for about half of them.  This left me feeling a little disheartened and also questioning my ability to fire a rifle at all.  Let us hope my shooting will improve with practice and that I’ll be able to work out what it is that I am doing wrong.

Wednesday was our Troop Commander, Lieutenant Loots’, day for inspection.  We are now being tested on our Squadron and Troop personalities, which will be tested on in our drill test.  Lieutenant Loots also asked us each a couple of personalities, which thankfully I had learnt.

Check shots incorrect

Friday was another day on the ranges; this was to be when we zeroed our rifles.  This is where the troop staff helps us adjust the sight on our rifle to ensure our aiming point is the same point where the rounds land.  We fired five warm up rounds, then a group of 20, our sights were adjusted and then we fired five more rounds to ensure the adjustment was correct.  Corporal Verth said I had one of the tightest groups of 20, but somehow failed to aim my check shots correctly.  At the fifth time of going through this process, I was thoroughly annoyed at myself and so too was my section commander, Corporal Verth.

Sunday was, I am sad to say, only the second time I had visited church.  As previously mentioned church is not what you would expect but trust me, you will enjoy the few times you spend there.  This visit to church was particularly enjoyable; the troop above us, Inkerman Troop, were in their last week at
Pirbright and they did a cover of ‘Ed Shearan’s A team’.  The words they sung to replace the original ones, were funny and clever and all accompanied by a talented recruit who played guitar.

As this week ended we were all looking forward to shortly seeing our families next Thursday, when they visit us for ‘families day’ and also our beret presentation on the same day.

Week 7 – Sergeant Major’s Inspection

This was the week we were all looking forward to, but also a bit nervous about.  We had, at the end of the week, our Families Day and beret presentation, but to get there we had to pass Sergeant Major’s Inspection, the Drill Test and also do bayonet training.  Monday we had the inspection first, our sister troop downstairs, Smith Troop, had their inspection first.  This was good for us as it gave a little more time after breakfast to ensure we had everything just as it should be. We rushed back from breakfast, ensured the room was up to scratch and so too the toilets, sinks and showers.  We made sure the room and our lockers were immaculate, and also ‘buddy – buddy’ checked; checking each other ensuring we looked flawless.  We were stood by our beds as ready as we could be for our inspection.

Smith Troop’s inspection took longer than planned, so we were stood by our beds for an hour.  Not good when all you can do is stand there and running through your head are all the thoughts of ‘Did I clean that?’ ‘Was that folded correctly?’ ‘Have I polished that?’  It turned out that I had nothing to fear, as I passed the inspection without picking up any points.

Drill Test

Next big hurdle before the weekend was the Drill Test.  For this we were to be dressed in our ‘best’ boots and our drill shirt and trousers.  We marched onto the square, where we were first inspected on our appearance and then our ability to carry out various drill movements and individuals and also as a squad.  This went well and at some points, dare I say, I was actually enjoying myself.  After an agonising wait, I later found out that I had passed.

Visit to Blandford Forum

Tuesday was an exciting and interesting day for me.  All aspiring Electronic Warfare Systems Operators had a visit to Blandford Forum, Dorset.  This would be where we would receive the majority of our Phase 2 training.  We had an insightful brief from one of the members of training staff about what we can expect, and we also had a look at the facilities and accommodation available to us.  This left me with a great feeling of excitement and anticipation for my Phase 2 training.  This gave me a motivational boost, to make sure I pass out from Pirbright and ensure my place at Blandford.

Bayonet Training

Wednesday was to be an emotionally and physically draining day; bayonet training.  Our training staff used various methods throughout the morning to ensure we were emotionally charged in preparation for bayonet training.  We were given unprovoked punishments, like running round the block.  Recalling the Realities of War visits really made you realise the sacrifices that soldiers have to make, including the ultimate one; with their lives. Bayonet training was physically and emotionally demanding, and due to the large amount of shouting involved, I also lost my voice, which pleased my roommates!  I did, however, enjoy myself.  By the end of training I found myself feeling broken, but strangely elated.

Pride in the Corps I was about to join

Thursday was the day we had all been waiting for; Families Day.  It had been seven weeks since we had all seen our loved ones and as you can imagine there was a great feeling of excitement and euphoria within the troop.  Not only did we get to see our loved ones, but we were also to be presented with our new berets.  In front of all our friends and families, we were stood on parade; we then had our old berets, displaying the general service cap badge, removed by Sergeant Dale.  Our troop then had Captain E A Browne, the Squadron 2IC, place our new berets, adorned with our respective cap badges on our heads.  This was a very proud moment for me; now having pride in the Corps I was about to join; The Royal Corps of Signals.

Shortly after the presentation we were dressed in our civilian suits and leaving Pirbright with our families.  I was really looking forward to getting back to Yorkshire, but it also felt a little strange, as I had now started calling Pirbright home!  As I drove out the main entrance, excited about my leave, I was also looking forward to returning and continuing with my training!

Week 8-  the ‘Final Fling’

After our long weekend, we were straight back into week 8.  The weekend didn’t seem long enough, but we had found out that all the training staffs were having their two weeks block summer leave soon.  This meant we only had two weeks of training left before we would have another chance to see our friends and families.

Monday was a busy day; we were prepping all our equipment for our 2^nd big outdoor exercise; Exercise ‘HALFWAY’.  We also had BCD, CBRN and Map reading lessons.  I feel like we are reaching a point where all our training is starting to come together; all the skills we are currently learning are all merging, which will finally culminate in our last exercise; ‘Exercise FINAL FLING’.  So I am starting to enjoy the lessons more and more and can now see the end of my journey nearing.

Having prepped all our equipment as before and loaded our bergens onto the DAF lorry, we instead boarded a coach.  This exercise was to take place at Aldershot, which was a little too far for us to TAB.  We did however, as before, put our webbing and bergens on and TAB what felt like a mile or two to our harbour area.  I must say, even with practice, our bergens still don’t seem to feel any lighter!

Exercise HALFWAY

The exercise consists of theory and practical lessons in the field, culminating in tests in all the taught disciplines on the Thursday.  Lessons in the field, even theory ones, are much more enjoyable than in the classroom!  We had a lesson in observation, where we had to spot common military kit in an area in front of us, up to about 100m away.  For this we used varying scanning techniques, this helped, but I still didn’t manage to spot all the items.

We had lessons in camouflage and concealment; helmets adorned with grass and twigs, faces covered in cam cream, good fun!  We had more lessons in firing manoeuvres, this was again adrenaline inducing and thrilling, but you had to bear in mind that these are real skills that may have to be used in theatre.

My favourite lesson of all was when we were taught the varying ways to move while carrying our rifle.  We were taught how to leopard crawl, monkey run, roll and ghost walk.  Leopard crawl is on your belt buckle crawling, the monkey run in shimming along on one knee, ghost walking is a method used to move silently and my favourite, the roll, needs no explaining.  We were taught these disciplines, then given a course to navigate using the differing methods of moving.

We set off staggered, and before my turn I joked with the lad in front of me, telling him I would overtake him on the roll part of the course, down the hill.  When I reached the top of the hill, I lay down, held my rifle tightly and went for it.  I did, as I had said, I had gathered so much momentum that was unable to stop at the bottom and knocked another lad off his feet.

All but one

Thursday was the day all our newly found skills would be tested; I managed to pass all but one of the tests.  I failed the camouflage and concealment test much to my annoyance.  I had covered my helmet, cam cream adorned my face and I hid on the hill side.  Our troop commander then tried to see if he could spot us.  I was spotted due to my boot being visible past the bush I was hiding in.  I was later told by Lieutenant Loots that he too failed that part of his basic training for the same reason.  I thought he was just saying it to make me feel better, me being one of the only ones to fail this test, but he assured me it was true.

I really enjoyed this exercise, as I have the previous ones.  I am especially excited about Exercise FINAL FLING now.  Despite how much I love exercise, it was lovely to return to the block with hot running water!

Week 9 – Still off Target!

This week, we concentrated on our shooting; Monday and Tuesday on the indoor range, and then Wednesday on the outdoor range.  Not forgetting of course the chamber on Tuesday morning!  Monday we had PT, which I am really starting to enjoy now, and then we had a session on the indoor range.

My turn came on the DCCT and my shooting started off ok, but very quickly went downhill.  I couldn’t work out what I was doing wrong.  I had to keep adjusting my point of aim more and more, eventually I was pulled off lane 8.  Corporal Fell had a go on my lane and said that the point of aim to hit the target was a long way off.  I was hoping that there was a problem with that lane and not a problem with my shooting.  I left the range seriously worried about my ability to shoot, especially seen as our Annual Combat Marksmanship Test (ACMT), was rapidly approaching and we have to pass it to pass off!

Tuesday was our first time on the assault course; tiring, muddy but a lot of fun.  We were all shown how to overcome the various obstacles and tried it ourselves, plus we were crawling through the mud repeatedly, but it was fun getting muddy and not caring!

The part of the course that all the recruits dread

Later that day we had the part of the course that all the recruits dread and all the training staff seem to enjoy; the respirator test facility.  We had all been previously taught how to don and doff our respirators and CBRN suits and this exercise was to allow us to experience a chemical attack and also for us to gain trust in the equipment we have.  We entered the chamber, in small groups, with our suits and respirators on.  We then took it in turns to stand in front of Corporal Verth, remove our respirators then state our Army number, name, Corps or Regiment we were wishing to join.

I stood in front of my corporal, took a deep breath and cautiously removed my respirator.  I started to recite my number and thought the CS gas wasn’t too bad, and then I felt the full effects.  I felt my eyes, nose and mouth watering, my chest tighten and a difficulty to breath.  I managed to recite my details, but my corporal asked me more questions.  After a few more questions, and I can’t remember how it quite happened, but I ended up telling my section commander that I love him.  Not just once, but repeatedly increasing in volume each time till he let me out of the chamber.  Embarrassing to say the least, but I can now look back with fond memories of the whole ordeal!

My turn to shoot

Wednesday was to be a full day on the ranges; firing from 100m, 200m and 300m.  I spent most of the day in ‘the butts’.  Moving the targets up and down, indicating where the rounds had hit, so the firer could alter their aim, and also patching up the holes created.  Some people find the butts boring, but to be honest it’s quite a relaxed atmosphere and you get time to chill out a bit.  After the butts, it was my turn to shoot.

I really enjoyed firing today; I managed to stay relaxed and my shooting improved.  I had a complete white wash at 200m standing assisted, I got zero out of a possible 20 points, but due to my accurate firing in the other positions I actually managed to pass all the distances.  This left me feeling happier about my shooting and also more confident about my rapidly approaching ACMT.

Thursday we had a swimming lesson, something I really enjoy; being a strong and avid swimmer in the past.  We finished the week with a map reading test with Lieutenant Loots, again being an area I have had a lot of experience with in the past I managed to pass.  This was a great finish to a great week!

Friday we were all suited up, waiting for the bus to take us to the train station to start a two week break.  The leave was actually for the permanent staff and not normally given to recruits, but I guess the staff deserve a break for all their hard work.  None the less, I was looking forward to seeing my family and enjoying the two weeks off.  Hopefully returning, batteries recharged, ready to complete the next five weeks and pass off the square with the rest of my troop!

Week 10 – Brecon Beacons

Definitely a week I was looking forward to; a week in the Brecon Beacons, Wales in the Soldier Development Wing (SDW).  SDW is a week where, through outdoor pursuits, we learn how the core values can be applied to real life situations.  SDW is a relaxed week for us, we get to know our troop staff better and we get to spend some time in civilian clothes;  quite a big thing for us as we’ve spent the last 9 week in military clothing.

From Pibright it was going to take about 4 hours on a coach, but the staff were well prepared and had some films for us to watch.  We also got to use our army ID at a service station and get a bit of discount off a Costa coffee.  We arrived at SDW, Sennybridge, we dismounted from the coach and awaited instructions.  We were greeted by some of SDW’s permanent staff and were split into our groups for the week.

I found myself in a group with mostly lads from another section, but it would be nice to get to know some of them a bit better and the lads in my section could probably do with a break from me!  Next we got shown our room.  It was old accommodation; a long room with beds either side, enough to fit our whole troop in.  Not quite what we were used to, but we’ve been spoilt at Pirbright with great accommodation and facilities.

SDW had all the kit we would need for the week and the first evening we went down to collect some of our clothing and equipment for the week.  The centre provided us with trousers, a rucksack, and waterproofs etc, all really good outdoor equipment.  I was looking forward to a great week, and for once the weather in Wales was fantastic; dry and sunny.  It was just a shame that we didn’t have the whole troop with us, as some were re-doing Exercise HALFWAY.

Rock climbing

First activity on the agenda for my group was rock climbing on the Tuesday.  I’m an avid climber, but haven’t been climbing for some time, so I was still looking forward to it.  SDW had provided all the harnesses, helmets and rock shoes, and had driven us to the old quarry where we were to climb.  The rock face; the Great Wall, was part of Morlais Quarry and was a short walk from the minibus.  The staff set up several climbing routes and one abseil route.  I’ve climbed before, so for me it was nice to not climb so much and instead belay the others and let them get time on the rock.  For some of them it was their first time rock climbing.  Some, struggled a bit, but got through it with encouragement.  The fun really started when the staff made some of us wear blindfolds while climbing.  The abseil was good fun, but a few did look a bit scared.  The weather stayed nice all day and everyone really enjoyed themselves.

Wednesday we went caving, not good for people with claustrophobia or a fear of the dark, but having previous experience I was excited about going.  We tried our kit on before we went and the warm suit you wore under your waterproof protective suit was a big fleecy onesie and we all looked like Telly Tubbies!  We arrived at the caves and read the information board which gave us some brief details of the cave system; Porth Yr Ogof.

Once inside we were set various challenges to complete as a group, some without the use of our head torches in the pitch black.  When we got wet the cold was intense, but we soon warmed up.  The challenges were all to build personal confidence, confidence in your mates and other core values.  Again there were a few in the group who struggled with the tasks, but as a group we all got stuck in, helped each other out and completed them all.  It was a great experience and it was funny when our section commanders Corporal Whyte and Corporal Fell occasionally fell over in the dark caves.

Wednesday night was also the evening we got to imitate our staff.  We were encouraged to do skits; these were little comedy sketches where we were allowed to gently tease our troop staff.  A couple of the lads in my section came up with some really funny skits and I had written some comedy verse, all of which were really well received by our training team!

Leap of faith

Thursday we did a ’round robin’ at camp.  We had a map reading test first thing, which I passed.  We then went onto the ‘high wire course’.  This was a frame about 30 feet high with various apparatus that you had to climb, as a team, and sometimes blindfolded.  There was a totem pole with a small platform at the top, which we had to get three people stood on.  And there was ‘the leap of faith’; a small platform at the top of the frame, with a trapeze bar six foot away and you had to jump off the platform and grab it.  The high wires were brilliant for team work and building trust, but they were also really good fun.  Some people struggled with the leap of faith; it took one lad 25 minutes to jump and catch the trapeze bar!

After that we had an hour orienteering.  This was enjoyable, but tiring running around using a map and finding numbers at particular points on camp.  Rct Platt and I came a respectable third out of the eight involved that day.

The final day for us was hill walking with Corporal Whyte.  The evening before we had planned our route using grid references for waypoints provided by the corporal.  We climbed up Pen Y Fan, 886m above sea level.  We were along the way asked to take bearings, work out distances and give timings for particulars legs of the walk.   The sun was shining, visibility was excellent and as a result the view from the top of Pen Y Fan was awe inspiring.  This was an amazing end to a highly enjoyable week.  When we returned to Pirbright I was sad to say goodbye to Wales, but I do so with fond memories.

 

Early one Morning in Afghanistan

Cpl Georgina Coupe

Corporal Georgina Coupe is the video camerawoman for the British Army’s Combat Camera Team (CCT) based in Afghanistan throughout summer 2012 as part of 12th Mechanized Brigade.

Following on from my last blog, early one morning last week we flew into Shawqat. It’s my favourite time to fly, as the sun is just coming up and I love watching the contrasting miles of desert as it turns into the lush ‘greenzone’ and the more inhabited area of Nad Ali District. The helicopter trips are definitely my favourite part of being out here and it always amazes me that people sleep on them!

The ‘Vikings’

The plan for the couple of the days we intended to stay was to cover a joint Afghan Police and Afghan National Army led clearance area of the area. We were hosted by the Advisory Group of the‘Vikings’ the majority of whom we had met over Op Shafuq.

We headed out in a vehicle move with Major Bev Allen, of 1^st Battalion Royal Anglian Regiment whose primary role in Theatre is to advise and assist the colonel of the Afghan National Army (ANA) Kandak. Over the next couple of days we visited the villages and checkpoints and filmed the police and army commanders as they carried out the operation.

A lot of the time when out on patrol the local children like to be given sweets and chocolate but the tables were turned this time as the youngsters of the village ran over to us and gave us cans of cold pop, which were much appreciated as the temperatures out here at the moment are regularly hitting the 40s.

As flight programmes moved around, our plans changed, which although can be frustrating its just part of life here. This meant that we stayed a few days longer but also gave us chance to head out with Corporal Chris Milliken who was training ANA soldiers as Combat Medics and is about half way through the training programme.

British Army Celebrate Queens Jubilee in Afghanistan

Queens Diamond Jubilee gives a refreshing mornings events at Shawqat

Our trip coincided with one of the many Queen’s Jubilee celebrations which have been taking place across the country. This particular party had quite a bit of entertainment laid on with egg and spoon races, apple bobbing and tug of war competitions. There was also quite a variety of food on offer which would have been rude not to have indulged in! 

An amazing visit

On our visit we were all made really welcome by the advisors there and during some downtime there I was introduced to the joys of digital scrabble and a couple of other apps by Sergeant Mercer which brought out my competitive streak with a vengeance, I WILL win the next bout Si! Whilst we were there, there was also a pretty amazing electrical storm which sent Andy and I running outside for the cameras, it lasted for quite a while so gave us plenty of chance to get ‘the shot’!

Electrical storms set the night sky alight

Since we got back to Bastion we’ve had a busy few days with various visitors including the guys from Soldier Magazine as well as the photographer from Herrick 14, Ali Baskerville so it’s been good catching up with them.

On a more sombre note Andy and I have both been photographing the vigil ceremonies of the three soldiers, lost over the last couple of weeks. It’s always a difficult job, for everybody involved and our thoughts are with the families at this time

At the moment we’re in the middle of filming some new kit out in Theatre and some explosive training with the Afghan Army. Alongside a couple more operations coming up it looks like there will be quite a lot going on to keep us occupied so will keep you all updated when I can.

A Royal Fanfare

Paul Johnson is a musician in the Band of the Irish Guards based at Wellington Barracks in central London. The Irish Guards band is one of the five foot guards bands that make up the Household Division.

This year is a very special year for the Bands of the Household Division, with a once in a lifetime celebration of the Queen’s 60 year Reign.

Armed Forces Muster Parade

With the a strong link between the Royal Family and the Armed Forces, it was only fitting that as part of the Diamond Jubilee Celebrations, there would be a Tri-Service Armed Forces Parade. The Bands of the Irish and Welsh Guards were invited to form a Massed Band to be a part of the Army Contingents.

With over 2,500 personnel on parade, it was certainly a challenge for the Brigade Major and the Garrison Sergeant Major to get everyone together to rehearse the drill and the march past until it was perfect. However after a trip to ATC Pirbright (A trip down memory lane for a few in the Band, as it was once known as the Guards Depot), everyone had a clearer idea of what was expected of them on the parade!

With rehearsals complete, the Band set off to Windsor at 6:30am on Saturday 19^th May. With the vast number of soldiers on parade, and not enough facilities in the grounds of Windsor, the Band had to go ready dressed in full uniform. This did not go down very well with the Band as the thought of sitting on a warm coach in tweed trousers, and a felt tunic (with a quilted lining) for 5 hours before the parade was due to start, did not sound appealing!

A World Record Attempt

‘World Record Fanfare Line’ Bands included: Foot Guards Bands, Royal Artillery, Royal Marines Band Service.

As part of the celebrations in London this year, an attempt was staged to mark the run-up to the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee, by having the longest line of Fanfare Trumpeters playing at the same time.

So on a sunny Tuesday afternoon the Fanfare Trumpeters of the Foot Guards Bands as well as the Marines and Royal Artillery (and not forgetting the lone drummer from the Scots Guards Band) formed up in Wellington Barracks to attempt the record.

With the current record set at 12, Lt Col Stephen Barnwell was pretty confident that the 91 Trumpeters on parade would break this record with relative ease, although a little less confident with the challenge of getting the Fanfare Trumpets playing together and in tune! 1 minute and 3 seconds later after the fanfare had been played, and most of the Borough of Westminster wondering what the racket was; the news was in that the record had been broken!

Queens Jubilee Concert

‘Performing on Stage at the Jubilee Concert’ Copyright: Daily mail online.

As many of you saw over the extended Bank Holiday weekend, the Massed Trumpeters of the Foot Guards Bands (not all 91 thank goodness!) took part in the line up of Celebrity singers and Comedians, as part of this once in a lifetime opportunity which I found a very exciting experience!

As well as brushing shoulders on stage with Robbie Williams (especially when we blockaded him halfway through his opening song!) the Trumpeters had the opportunity to meet with the Celebrities off stage as well. Many of them wanted pictures taken with us in our uniforms and funny bearskin hats, of which many of the Trumpeters obliged eagerly!

Queens Jubilee Procession

At the end of the Queens Jubilee Procession the Irish Guards Band had the privilege of being ‘Pride of Place’ inside the forecourt of Buckingham Palace for the “Feu de Joie” and the National Anthem. The perfect ‘Front Seat’ for the Band to enjoy premier views of the Royal Family.

concerts in the park

Building bridges and fighting insurgents

Major Simon Doyle - OC C Coy 1 PWRR

Major Simon Doyle MBE is the Officer Commanding of C Company of the 1st Battalion the Princess of Wales’s Royal Regiment (1 PWRR) known as the ‘Tigers’.  Major Doyle has responsibility for the PB Line Area of operations as a part of Combined Force nahr-e Saraj (North).

Biggest RE bridge building project since Korean War

Since the company celebrated Christmas in the relatively luxurious surroundings of Main Operating Base (MOB) PRICE we have covered a lot of ground leading up to taking over responsibility for a line of patrol bases east of Gereshk following a hand over with a Danish Armoured Infantry Company. As the Christmas carols were dying in the air 2Lt Ian Thornton and 9 Platoon moved to CP MALVERN (East) a small, very austere checkpoint overlooking the Helmand River. Here they were tasked with providing security for a Royal Engineer team constructing a Medium Girder Bridge (MGB) over the Helmand River. This was to be the biggest Royal Engineer bridge building project since the Korean War in the 1950s and more importantly the finished bridge should greatly increase the freedom of movement for the local Afghan population. It will allow them to move their produce to the local markets and also have greater access to the goods and services offered by the Government of Afghanistan in Gereshk. Ian and his men quickly settled into routine in the small patrol base, patrolling the local area with partners from the Afghan National Army during the day and trying valiantly to keep warm during the sub-zero temperature nights!

Hydration is important before a patrol

‘The Alamo’

The remainder of the company did not linger for long in MOB PRICE either; as 9 Platoon headed off on their task, Lt Grant Reynolds and his men remained in support of a Gurkha Company in PB KHAR NIKA, across the river from 9 Platoon. Moved to reinforce the area they quickly assimilated, enjoying Mutton curry for almost every meal and the quasi-colonial approach to Military life that is part and parcel of working with the Gurkhas – Grant particularly enjoying being called ‘Sahib’ by the Nepalese soldiers. Throughout the last month they have conducted numerous fighting patrols with the Gurkhas, including pushing the FLET or ‘Forward Line of Enemy Troops’ back several hundred metres by establishing a new Combat outpost that they quickly christened ‘The Alamo’.

Whilst 8 Platoon and 9 Platoon enjoyed relative independence from the Company HQ poor old 7 Platoon remained in close proximity under the careful gaze of the Company Sergeant Major as we prepared for a large scale ISAF and ANA undertaking, Operation Rozi Roshan, designed to enhance the physical security of the Deh Adam Khan (North) area of Gereshk. The operation launched in the early hours of 3rd January seeing the Company Group deploy out of MOB Price in a very large convoy of over 40 vehicles including Mastiffs, Jackal patrol vehicles and a troop of Danish Leopard 2 tanks.

Sgt Roswell oversees the patrol leaving the PB

Following a cold and dusty night spent in a desert leaguer we moved forward to establish blocking positions on the dominant ridgeline overlooking the Green Zone, preventing the insurgent forces from fleeing to the North and ensuring friendly forces clearing through the area had immediate fire support and psychological reassurance from the presence of so many armoured vehicles on the skyline. As the ANA and other ISAF forces slowly cleared through the valley below us we supported a team of ANA and Royal Engineers who constructed no fewer than seven permanent checkpoints on the high ground which now provide enduring security for the people of Deh Adam Khan (North). Some of the checkpoints were constructed in the shadow of what the locals call ‘The Red Fort’ an immense mud and earth wall forming a semi-circular ring of defences on the high ground.

During our 10 day period living in the shadow of this wall we heard many stories explaining its origin; some locals believed it was a British Fort from the 19th Century, others thought it dated from the reign of Ghengis Khan and his followers whilst many of us amateur historians in the company like to believe it was from the period of Alexander the Great, some 2500 years back in history – a remnant of a past age like the ragged temples seen in the classic film ‘The Man who Would be King’!  At the end of the operation we were sorry to say goodbye to our surroundings, but not sorry to move somewhere with heating – the nights camped out under the stars securing the engineers had been particularly cold and we were all in real need of a shower when we arrived at Patrol Base Clifton which was to become our home for the final months of the tour.

Lt Ollie Bullen with his multiple preparing for patrol in PB Clifton

Handover

The end of the operation signalled the start of our handover period with Danish Charlie Company who had been holding the PB Line area of operations for the previous five-and-a-half months. The Danish staff showed great patience taking the platoons on familiarisation patrols around the PB Line area, teaching us the various vulnerable points and areas where they would expect IEDs to be emplaced, and talking about the many patrols and operations they had conducted during which they had made contact with insurgent forces. At the end of a week long handover period it was with a mixture of excitement and trepidation that we took over authority for the area and waved goodbye to the Danish company as they drove out of the PB into the desert headed for the long anticipated flight that would take them home to their loved ones inDenmark.

Continuing to apply pressure onto the insurgents operating in our area, we planned and conducted a number of routine patrols through the area with our two partner Afghan Tolays (equivalent of a British company of 100 men) as well as deliberate operations to directly engage the insurgents in their perceived safe areas, using Attack Helicopters to provide us with superior fire support. Every member of the company has been well aware of the threat posed by these operations, the list of Danish causalities bore testimony to the concentration of IEDs in the area and the willingness of the insurgents to engage us at short range with AK47s and other weapons. Regardless of the threat the soldiers and officers of the company deployed on these operations with confidence in themselves and the men serving left and right of them – the same confidence that has enabled our forebears to advance into combat on countless battlefields. The sense of pride I felt every time the company deployed on the ground cannot be underestimated; you cannot fail but be proud and humbled by the strength of character displayed by eighteen year old soldiers as they face up to real dangers in Afghanistan.

Preparing to deploy from the PB on an operation

Explosion

During one of these patrols, on 31 Jan, the company were manoeuvring towards a village believed to contain a number of insurgent fighters. As one of our Section Commanders moved his forces into position to provide fire support to his platoon commander he unfortunately set off an IED which inflicted serious injuries to his legs. As the echo of the explosion rang through the air Pte Jones, a TA soldier of 3 PWRR serving with the company, and LCpl Samways rushed to provide first aid support. Following one cry of pain, the soldier was sitting up at the point of the explosion giving encouragement to the men coming to help him. Just as the company had rehearsed for the last 12 months Pte Jones applied tourniquets to his wounds whilst LCpl Samways coordinated a quick and efficient evacuation of the casualty to the Company Sergeant Major’s position from where he was swiftly picked up by a medical evacuation helicopter crewed by US Special Forces Personnel.

The medical treatment given by the soldiers on the ground undoubtedly saved his life and is testament to the huge advances in training and equipment that have occurred during the course of the British Army’s involvement in the Afghan campaign. He is now recuperating in the UK having received first-class medical care in the Royal Defence Centre for Medicine in Birmingham. It is testament to his strong character, determination and the support of his family that he was released from hospital and commenced his rehab treatment in Headley Court just over a month after receiving his injuries. As the company push into the last month of the operational tour all of our thoughts and best wishes remain with him and his family and we all look forward to enjoying a cool beer with him on our return to Germany.

Major Simon Doyle

OC C Coy (1PWRR)

Group shot of the company.

We will remember them

Sergeant Steve Blake is an Army Photographer with the RLC. He is currently serving a six-month tour of Afghanistan as part of the Combat Camera Team (a trio of soldiers trained in journalism, photography and videography who capture life on the front-line like no other news team can).

The cross Private Mattew James Sean Haseldin’s family will receive.

It has been a very sombre week in Helmand since my last post.

We had the Vigil Ceremony for Private Matthew James Sean Haseldin, 2nd Battalion The Mercian Regiment, among many other tasks.

The occasion, as per normal, brings 90% of Camp Bastion to a standstill. The 21-year old-from Yorkshire, was tragically killed in action after suffering a fatal gunshot wound whilst out on patrol. 

2 Mercian's Motto 'Stand FIRM, Strike HARD'

Private Haseldin had only completed his Combat Infantryman’s course in August 2011, before deploying to Helmand in September. Such a tragic loss for his family, loved ones and comrades of 2 Mercian.  The ceremony was performed on the newly refurbished Vigil Square, where as usual, thousands of troops from the UK, US, Estonia and Denmark gather to pay their final respects.

For many of 2 Mercian, this was an extremely emotional occasion. Many of the young lads there, trained together, and deployed at the same time. They are a well bonded group of men, several of which were on the patrol in which Pte Haseldin was killed. They were the first point of medical cover and responsible for extracting him to the medical helicopter, for onward movement to Camp Bastion.

The ramp ceremony was the last leg of Pte Haseldin’s journey home, in which his closest friends carried his Union Flag draped coffin on to an RAF C-17, where hours later, he would be reunited with his family and loved ones at the Repatriation Ceremony in Brize Norton.

The Artillery gun signifies the minute's silence

A day or so later, the new Secretary of State for Defence, the Rt Hon Philip Hammond arrived in Helmand to pay his respects to the fallen at the Remembrance Parade in Camp Bastion. After a whistle-stop tour of Task Force Helmand, in Lashkar Gah, the Defence Secretary was on route to Bastion to meet the troops.

Breakfast in Camp Bastion

 

During the build up to the Remembrance Parade, the Defence Secretary took time to talk to the troops, enjoy a spot of breakfast, and visit several places around the camp.

The wreath laid by the Defence Minister

Last Post

The parade ground was full, but surprisingly quiet. It’s not often you can get that many squaddies in one place, without it being horrendously noisy. You could have heard a pin drop.

Looking around the parade, from the youngest Private, to the most senior Brigadier, you could tell this parade would be something that touched everyone’s heart. Not only were we in Afghanistan, where the realities of war really hit home, but you could tell that quite a lot of people had a personal connection with the day too. Whether it be a relative from the World War days, or someone from a modern conflict, you would be hard pushed to find anyone who hasn’t got a personal connection with Remembrance Day.

Padre Maynard at the lectern.

The parade was good, and went very well. There was a lot of media coverage for the day. The Combat Camera Team, BFBS, ITN, United States Public Affairs and the Press Association were all in attendance.

The head Padre, Lt Col Maynard, led the service with the assistance of the Garrison Sergeant Major, WO1 Edkins. After the hymns and prayers, the Wreaths were laid, then the bugle played the Last Post.

An Afghan soldier photographs the photographer.

 For your tomorrow…

The following day, we had a similar job, but with a twist. We were in Camp Shorabak, which is attached to Camp Bastion, covering the first ever joint Afghan/British Remembrance Ceremony. This has never happened in the past, and took some planning by the Media Officer of the Brigade Advisory Group (BAG), 2 Rifles, Lt Roz Ashworth ETS (Educational Training Services). There were several difficulties to overcome. Firstly, all Afghan’s were technically on leave celebrating the festival of Eid, but also, it had to remain non religious.

An Afghan Soldier wears his poppy amongst his ammunition

The parade ground was full. There were a good few hundred Afghan National Army trainees there. Before the members of 2 Rifles arrived, and it all started, I had the chance to get some photos of the soldiers, most of which were wearing poppies. They loved it, and provided me with some great portraits.

When the parade started, again, there was utter silence. Every British and Afghan Soldier, along with the interpreters bowed their heads and remembered those that had fallen in conflict. The Rifles padre read several verses, and prayers, while the Afghan Mullah (religious leader) translated it.

The Brigade Commander, Brigadier Sanders then gave his speech, accompanied by the Afghan Commander, Brigadier General Sheren Shah. Yet again, everything was translated for both parties involved in the parade.

The final part of the parade was for the two commanders to lay their wreaths. Brigadier Sanders laid his on to the Afghan flag, while Brigadier Sheren Shah laid his on the Union flag. The Regimental Sergeant Major then read out the role of honour for all British and Afghan soldiers, as well as interpreters, who had died in Afghanistan in the last 12 months. This was followed by the Bugler sounding the Last Post and the Artillery gun to signify the start of the two minutes silence.

The harsh realities of War have been felt by all in Helmand this week, as well as across the globe.

My final words for this post are:-

They shall not grow old, as we are left to grow old,

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn,

At the going down of the sun and in the morning,

We will remember them.

 When you go home, tell them of us and say: For your tomorrow we gave our today.