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Wednesday, June 17, 2009
British forces to develop new Afghan Army training school
British forces in Afghanistan will take the lead in developing a new Combined Arms Training School which will provide training courses for the Afghan National Army (ANA.
Following agreement in Brussels yesterday, British forces, will lead the development of the multi-national training school to provide specialised courses for Afghan forces.
The UK will provide the strategic direction and doctrine for the school. ISAF (International Security Assistance Force) partners will assist in providing the personnel to deliver the training courses.
The school will provide essential 'train the trainer' courses across Afghanistan for junior officers, non-commissioned officers, infantry support weapons, armour and artillery training. This is an important new stage in the international NATO Training Mission for Afghanistan.
No Need To Go To War
ReplyDeleteI have no need to go to war,
In winter cold or wet monsoon ,
Or stare upon the bloody gore,
Of battlefields, in bodies strewn.
I have no need to go to war,
Nor hear the battle sound,
Of those who went before
To seize the battle ground.
I have no need to go to war,
Nor hear the sound of dying breath,
Midst limbless bodies by the score,
Lying in silent death.
I have no need these things to see
Nor more stories, need I hear,
Of brave and fruitless glory,
To feel the stench of fear.
I have no need to go to war,
Nor watch grim death it’s harvest reap,
For countless souls have gone before,
That we might tranquil sleep.
We shall not your sacrifice forget,
For generations yet unborn.
Soldiers brave, their lives regret
We who follow, can but mourn.
Where battle was, now fields of corn,
And fruits exotic fill the store.
Cheerful we rise and greet the dawn,
Thanking those who went before.
In death they paid the final price,
In foreign field on distant shore,
Who dares forget such sacrifice,
Shall pay again, the price of war.