And it's one, two, three, what are we fighting for? Don't ask me I don't give a damn, next stop is...

Afghanistan.

UFR agent Perry Jones has his boots in country:

Typo.

A thriving field of marijuana.  These are everywhere.  A green field . . .

complete with kids.  It's hard to see in the picture, but these kids all have poofy red hair, like Thundercats.  Seriously.

See the dead stalks with bulbs on top?  Yup, a dead poppy crop.  These are also everywhere.

Off-road convoy action.

One of the few perks of being here.  You'll actually see more stars than this with naked eyes on a clear night.  A few nights I've done the "wish upon a shooting star" thing and run out of wishes.

No Photoshop, just a long exposure.  This is somewhat more stars than you'll see with the naked eye.

A hazy night.  The red and yellow lights are chem lights (aka glow sticks) that we drop to mark the left side of our path for the trucks following us.

The chem light trail going back behind us.

Their trucks are almost always overloaded, I don't know how they make it work.

The whole family.

Tanks.  I dunno what you're supposed to use a tank for out here.

Mixed traffic.

 

Dust devils are everywhere out here, all the time.

 

Another dust devil.

 

How cliche.