Monday 16th February Margin was constantly amazed at just how little work was completed in the ISAF Headquarters. Most of the day-to-day running of operations in Afghanistan were carried out by the ISAF Regional Commands [more…]
Wednesday 11th February While Margin had a great deal of respect for the Joint Casualty and Compassionate Centre, he realised that there was one major flaw in the well-oiled machinery of repatriation. It was designed [more…]
Thursday 5th February The son who had been born in a clinic in the Camargue while lizards crawled up the walls of the delivery room, looked down at the dying man in the bed. Cancer [more…]
In part two of this series I’d like to introduce the joys and messiness of drawing with soft pastels. The pastels I use are chalk based, although some are oil-based and therefore more like crayons. [more…]
Some violence. Afarin Khan looked at herself in the mirror and sure enough, an old lady stared back at her. She picked at her hair and felt her joints that told her she was getting [more…]
Contains violence and a description of suicide. Jean-Claude took the morning BA flight from London to Tirana, and it landed at 13:00. He got a taxi from the airport to the British embassy at Rruga [more…]
He moved in with her in the little house on the hill. He was gentle, kind and a good nursing orderly, changing the dressings on the burns every day and weaning her off the Oxymorphone. [more…]
The next time they visited Sirte, Belhaj was more disposed to see them. Afarin said nothing in the pick-up truck and was totally incognito in her silk farrashia and this time, Jean-Claude introduced Julian to [more…]
The next morning, she moved the pickup truck round and onto the road. She was wearing her hijab, tightly wrapped so only her eyes showed. She waited and saw Jean-Claude and Edge walk out to [more…]
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