Mazar-e Sharif (Camp Spann) is a German camp in far north Afghanistan. There are several different countries represented there, Americans, German, Croatians, British. The weather was very cold, the camp was pretty small, running the perimeter is less than one mile. Not a lot to do there, but the facilities were nice. I was put up in the dayroom, which I had to myself until the last day. It also was where movie night took place a couple nights in a row, so I got dragged into that. People also like to come in there and eat sometimes, so not much in the way of privacy.
My workspace on the left, big TV on the right.
Camp Croatia
MRAP alley, there was a lot of these things squeezed into this small camp.
OMLT, the German brigade that gave up the ride on their MRAPs
After our few days here, we took a Global helo from the helipad just outside the compound back to Marmal. After a five hour layover we flew out on a German C160 cargo plane, ISAF-62.
Into the belly of the beast
Two rows of seats facing each other, surrounded by German soldiers. Pretty uncomfortable wearing the IBA. The landing at our next destination, Kunduz, felt like we just dropped the last 5 feet straight down.
My workspace on the left, big TV on the right.
Camp Croatia
MRAP alley, there was a lot of these things squeezed into this small camp.
OMLT, the German brigade that gave up the ride on their MRAPs
After our few days here, we took a Global helo from the helipad just outside the compound back to Marmal. After a five hour layover we flew out on a German C160 cargo plane, ISAF-62.
Into the belly of the beast
Two rows of seats facing each other, surrounded by German soldiers. Pretty uncomfortable wearing the IBA. The landing at our next destination, Kunduz, felt like we just dropped the last 5 feet straight down.
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