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unrise at Camp Bastion can be a beautiful sight. Te sun popping out of the distant desert throws long shadows And a warming glow upon rows of dew-soaked helicopters. It’s not unusual for engineers to take a break from what they’re doing just for those few moments. When you’ve already been working for six hours in a race to get the aircraſt ready for that day’s tasking, it’s a welcome break from the pitch black and the relative cold…


Just for a moment, its easy to drift away to thoughts of those back home, working out the time difference in your head normally arrives at the conclusion that they’re tucked up in bed. The place is unusually quiet …


A 3 second blast of an airhorn changes all that in an instant.


That sound cuts through the air like a knife and every engineer reacts. It grabs you and shakes you from whatever dream state you were in and you instinctively move. Spoons drop from mouths, tools are put down and heads lift in the direction of one particular helicopter on the Pan. For the next few moments, nothing else is more important than that helicopter.


Angels in


Afghanistan Written by an RAF engineer


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