Parking

When lucky, we get the beastly MRAPs to haul us to the Ministry ghetto.  They are safe, but getting to and from the ministry while maneuvering through the crowded streets of Kabul is a nightmare.  Finding parking once we get there is also a huge deal.  When on an MRAP movement, it takes at least fifteen solders to chauffer me to my meeting.  Frankly, I feel very uncomfortable putting these young folks in harm’s way for me.  Most other days we get driven in or drive ourselves in armored Toyota Land Cruisers or Ford Expeditions, which are a dream to park and get around.  The only problem is that while they will survive a small arms ambush, they have limits when it comes to car bombs.  That’s the tradeoff. 

Just give me a dented Toyota Corolla with a cracked windshield and a picture of the martyred hero Masood in the rear window, and I’d be pretty safe.

 

 

Easy Park

 

Hard  Park