Today we went to the firing range to enroll a bunch of local nationals.  They're doing training and weapons firing today, so we followed them to where they were. 

It was a rocky beginning, because we need shade for our equipment to function properly, but the Army and Marines that were there with us came through.  "Adapt and Overcome", I think is one of the Marines' mottos. 

So, things got rolling, I went along with a couple guys to get chow for everyone, and I was standing talking to the biometrics trainer when the first Afghan approached.

He had a camera in hand and took several pictures of me.  Then he handed the phone to his buddy and stood right next to me.  All without saying a single word to me.   So, they showed me the picture of him standing right next to me and then dashed off to get back into line where I saw a crowd of them huddled around this guy's camera. 

Several more approached wanting pictures, but I had had enough.  I asked the interpreter to tell them no more pictures and then stood smack dab in the center of the US Soldiers.  I admit it, I was hiding.  I knew those guys wouldn't approach me there. 

I got to feeling a bit like the costumed characters in the amusement parks, though.  People just dash up, take a picture with you and then leave. 

Oh maaaaan.  I could have charged for those pictures.  Dagnabbit.