Bombs Close To Home
It's one of my personal policies to never get out of bed to answer the phone, so when my phone rang twice in a row at about 9:00 this morning, it was normal practice to ignore it. I'm pretty proud of that habit, in an idiotic sort of way, but every once in a while I get burned... like today.
When I finally got out of bed and dug up the phone, I found a doozy of a message from a friend up in Anahim Lake. Turns out that one of my oldest friends, who is working as an embedded photojournalist with the Canadian military in Afghanistan, was traveling in the convoy that got attacked in between Kandahar and Gumbad. Holy bejeezus. There's even an interview with him, which was the first time I've heard his voice since a few months ago when he called from his project in Cambodia to say that he was on his way to Afghanistan.
When you live in one of the safest places on the planet, it's easy to get desensitized by the daily reports of war casualties across the world. Darfur, Iraq, Afghanistan... the list goes on. Having one of your best friends almost blown to smithereens is a hell of a wake-up call.









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