Dhooli

[rabidsamfan]

After so many weeks flat on his back, he was dizzy every time he stood, and the rocking of the kajawa on the camel left him too sick to eat, so he was transferred to a dhooley, still reeking of the exudations of its last occupant. Mile after slow mile passed, as he listened to the grunting of the bearers as they switched off, and stared at the dirty woolen covering above his head. He considered asking for it to be removed by day, and decided against it.

There was nothing left in Afghanistan that he ever wanted to see.





Let us assume (for the sake of Watson's honesty!) that when Roberts reached Kandahar he sent a convoy of the wounded and sick from both the siege and his forced march back north to Kabul (and thence to Peshawar) along the newly secured route, since the passes to the east were still in the hands of the enemy and there was no guarantee that they would be opened before winter. For the prompt of the day, although it kind of falls into the enclosed space as well...Oh, and Internet research if you're wondering what a kajawa is.

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[lame-pegasus.livejournal.com]

There was nothing left in Afghanistan that he ever wanted to see.

An emotion he probably shares with many a Western Soldier who ever served there, from the British troops in the 19th century up to those who are there today.

Very well done!