The crisp clean looking seagulls, who's opportunistic nature perch them adjacent to the solid waste burn pit on camp, is sorely incongruous.

I am in awe at the often disconnected, 'mis-fire' feeling this area emanates.

Last night, during evening prayer, which is blasted over loud speakers right outside the camp, there was a short, ten minute fire fight. The two sounds, while ultimately opposed, together sound almost normal to me now.

Prayers often accompany or follow a bombing.