10.03.2012 36 °C
Leave a mark that can't erase,
Neither space nor time.
So when the director yells "cut"
I'll be fine.
I'm forever young.
I did have a few stories written for this blog, I have after all neglected to update it for a few months now. Not all through my own laziness you understand, though I do think I was suffering a bit of writers fatigue, as the last one was a bit sub standard. That coupled with the fact I had been working for 5 months straight and a rather surprising internet block in Basra, and it all adds up. 5 months straight I hear you ask, yep 5 months of 6 day weeks and at least 12 hour work days. It gets a bit tiring after a while. Luckily I got a chance to head home for a break and see my lovely wife and had a wonderful 3 weeks with her, doing nothing much more than having fun.
Life however, hardly ever goes according to plan, just ask Molly Ringwald. One minute you are well on top of things with everything running smoothly, and the next nobody has the faintest idea who you are. For me that came in the form of two messages. The first was an email I received the morning I was due to leave on a plane back to Iraq, telling me my services were no longer able to be financially supported, and the second was a message I received over Facebook from my friend Fabrice.
This post may not convey the same tone as others, as while I have a very defined view on life, it is still a bit of a shock when someone you know checks out. For me that came last week with the news that my good friend Kaido was killed in Misratah Libya while working there clearing up the UXO left over after the rebellion. The type 84 Chinese sub-munition he was working on functioned and killed him. We can only hope it was quick.
Kaido was one of the truly good blokes of the world. His death was a shock to everyone who knew him and he will be truly missed by those of us that are left. It has hit some harder than others, and these things always do. I had the fortune to be picked up for some work in South Sudan again so I was unable to attend his funeral. Luckily other close friends of his from the industry were able to go and represent those of us who wished we were there.
He was buried today in his home town in Estonia. He was 31.
So Kaido this post is for you mate.
I know you will be looking down on all this with a bit of bemusement and telling us all to stop carrying on.
I am glad I had the chance to call you a friend and, till we meet again, rest easy pal.