Flurry of bombs
I was just writing Keith an email when another bomb blew up. This is the fourth one in eight days. It’s dark, and you can see the glow from the fire just outside the fence, and now the flares go up. RPGs have little red fire trails as they streak by. Several come into the base, but they are not close. Smoke streaks the sky – by now the black smudge across the horizon has become almost normal. People congregate outside and point, watching the war. My shift ended almost twenty minutes ago, so I’ll walk home as soon as it calms down a bit. So surreal.