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One month later I went to RAF Brize Norton and boarded a C-17. There were dozens of othersoldiers on the plane, but I was the only stowaway2. With help from Colonel Ed and JLP, I boardedin secret, then crept into an alcove3 behind the cockpit.
The alcove had bunkbeds for the crew on overnight flights. As the big engines fired, as theplane roared down the runway, I lay down on a bottom bunk4, my small rucksack as a pillow.
Somewhere below, in the cargo5 hold, my Bergen was neatly6 packed with three pairs of camotrousers, three clean T-shirts, one pair of goggles7, one air bed, one small notebook, one tube of suncream. It felt like more than enough. I could honestly say that nothing I needed or wanted in lifehad been left behind, other than a few pieces of Mummy’s jewelry8, and the lock of her hair in thelittle blue box, and the silver-framed photo of her that used to sit on my desk at Eton, all of whichI’d stashed9 in a safe place. And, of course, my weapons. My 9- mm and SA80A had beensurrendered to a stern-faced clerk, who’d locked them in a steel box that also went into the hold. Ifelt their absence most acutely, since, for the first time in my life, other than that wobbly morningstroll in Paris, I was about to venture forth10 into the wide world without armed bodyguards11.
The flight was eternal. Seven hours? Nine? I can’t say. It felt like a week. I tried to sleep, butmy head was too full. I spent most of the time staring. At the upper bunk. At my feet. I listened tothe engines, listened to the other soldiers on board. I replayed my life. I thought about Pa andWilly. And Chels.
The papers reported that we’d broken up. (One headline: Hooray Harry12’s Dumped.) Thedistance, the different life goals were too much. It was hard enough maintaining a relationship inthe same country, but with me going off to war, it just didn’t seem feasible. Of course, none of thiswas true. We’d not broken up. She’d given me a touching13, tender farewell, and promised to waitfor me.
She knew, therefore, to disregard all the other stories in the papers, about how I’d reacted tothe breakup. Reportedly, I’d gone on a pub crawl and guzzled14 a few dozen vodkas beforestaggering into a waiting car. One paper actually asked the mother of a soldier recently killed inaction how she felt about my being publicly intoxicated15.
(She was against it.)
If I die in Afghanistan, I thought, at least I’ll never have to see another fake headline, readanother shameful16 lie about myself.
I thought a lot on that flight about dying. What would it mean? Did I care? I tried to picture myfuneral. Would it be a state funeral? Private? I tried to imagine the headlines: Bye, Harry.
How would I be remembered by history? For the headlines? Or for who I actually was?
Would Willy walk behind my coffin17? Would Grandpa and Pa?
Before I’d shipped out, JLP sat me down, told me I needed to update my will.
My will? Really?
If anything happened, he said, the Palace needed to know what I wanted to be done with myfew belongings18, and where I wished to be…buried. He asked so plainly, so calmly, as you’d asksomebody where they’d like to have lunch. But that was his gift. The truth was the truth, no senseleaning away from it.
I looked away. I couldn’t really think of a spot where I wanted to spend the hereafter. Icouldn’t think of any spot that felt sacred, besides Althorp, maybe, and that was out of thequestion. So I said: Frogmore Gardens?
It was beautiful, and slightly removed from things. Peaceful.
JLP gave a nod. He’d see to it.
Amid these thoughts and recollections I managed to doze1 off for a few minutes, and when Iopened my eyes we were swooping19 down to Kandahar Airfield20.
Time to put on the body armor. Time to put on the Kevlar.
I waited for everyone else to disembark, then some Special Forces guys appeared in thealcove. They returned my weapons and handed me a vial of morphine, to keep on my person at alltimes. We were now in a place where pain, injuries, trauma21 were commonplace. They hurried meoff the plane into a four-by-four with blacked windows and dusty seats. We drove to a differentpart of the base, then hurried into a Portakabin.
Empty. Not a soul.
Where is everybody? Bloody22 hell, was peace declared while I was in the air?
No, the whole base was out on a mission.
I looked around. Apparently23 they’d left in the middle of a meal. Tables were covered withhalf-empty pizza boxes. I tried to remember what I’d eaten on the flight. Nothing. I began shovingcold pizza into my mouth.
I took my in-theater test, one last barrier to entry, one last measure to prove that I knew how todo the job. Shortly after, I climbed into a Chinook and flew about fifty miles to a much smalleroutpost. Forward Operating Base Dwyer. Long, unwieldy name for what was little more than asandcastle made of sandbags.
I was met by a sand-covered soldier who said he’d been ordered to show me around.
Welcome to Dwyer.
Thanks.
I asked how the place got its name.
One of our lads. K-I-A. Vehicle hit a land mine.
The quick tour revealed Dwyer to be even more spartan24 than it looked from the Chinook. Noheat, few lights, not much water. There was plumbing25, of a sort, but the pipes were usuallyclogged or frozen. There was also a building that purported26 to be a “shower block,” but I wasadvised: use at your peril27.
Basically, my tour guide told me, just give up being clean. Focus instead on staying warm.
It gets that cold here?
He chortled.
Dwyer was home to about fifty soldiers, mostly artillery28 and Household Cavalry29. I met them intwos and threes. They were all sandy-haired, by which I mean their hair was matted with sand.
Their faces and necks and eyelashes—also encrusted. They looked like fillets of fish that’d beenbreadcrumbed before frying.
Within one hour, I did too.
Everyone and everything at Dwyer was either caked with sand or sprinkled with sand orpainted the color of sand. And out beyond the sand-colored tents and sandbags and sand walls wasan infinite ocean of…sand. Fine, fine sand, like talcum powder. The lads spent much of their daygazing at all that sand. So, after completing my tour, getting my cot and some chow, I did too.
We told ourselves we were scanning for the enemy, and we were, I suppose. But you couldn’tstare at that many grains of sand without also thinking about eternity30. All that shifting, swirling,whirling sand, you felt it saying something to you about your minuscule31 niche32 in the cosmos33.
Ashes to ashes. Sand to sand. Even when I retired34, settled onto my metal cot, drifted off to sleep,sand was uppermost on my mind. I heard it out there, having whispery conversations with itself. Ifelt a grain on my tongue. On my eyeball. I dreamed of it.
And when I woke, there was a spoonful of it in my mouth.
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