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Published on: 29 Aug 2016 by bhqonline
While many of us embrace the family fun and festivities this time of year, we acknowledge those who have less to celebrate.
FROZEN LIVES, NOT SO FROZEN FRONT LINES:
bryce wilson sit in the back of a camouflaged green van, listening to the suspension groan after every bump. Bob Marley plays over a set of crudely wired speakers, singing of peace and love. We pass the twisted hull of a Ukrainian tank destroyed in an ambush, an attack that claimed the lives of all onboard. The soldier beside me leans over and says, “Now we go to positions.”
My time on the front was not filled with tales of near misses with snipers, or artillery barrages that seemed to go on for eternity. In fact, I have been dealing with an internal dialogue: did I experience enough of the fear, destruction, and chaos that these soldiers have dealt with daily for months, to accurately report?