On my next disaster relief mission I want to have my own calvary to escort me to and from work every day. Five soldiers from the Jamaican army escorted a Jamaican general surgeon to Hopital Communaute every day. And every evening when he was done they would whisk him away to wherever he was staying. They were some of the tallest soldiers I have ever seen carrying the biggest guns I have ever seen! They fast made friends with their easy going energy and their jokes in their Jamaican lilt, and the sense of security their presence provided was reassuring.
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