Thursday, February 10, 2011

Afghanistan Through My Eyes

Close your eyes and what do you hear?

When was the last time you did this?

The sounds of Afghanistan were the cries of the call to prayer. Of course I didn't know what he was saying, but in his sing song voice you knew he was calling not only to the worshiper, but to God. It was if he was calling out to God and saying we are about to pray, listen to our prayers, they are for you.

The helicopters reverbaration of the rotors against the air. It's like no other sound and once you hear it, it stays inside you. You can feel the air rushing in through the gunners windows and sweep out the back into the desert sky. Your head filled with sound so loud your heart beats to it.

The boom of an IED. Quick, explosive, deadly in its simplicity.

The popcorn of rapid fire.

The buzz of insurgents on their motor cycles, zooming around the desert countryside.

The laugh of children as they play their childlike games like all children throughout all the ages in all countries.

Photos taken by Douglas Lindner