Just in case you’re reading this item from a screen situated in yet another office building, trying to escape into a less boring world: let me assure you, for some people, there is another life out there.
For the past decade, I was able to share many utmost rare moments with the members of the elite navy seals from the Belgian army (the para commando “frogmen” team) - my ex-diving instructor was actually one of them. Due to budget cutbacks the old core team was split up and was forced to move in different directions. Let me show you some pics from their “good old days”:

[pic left: courtesy of my ex-diving instructor - yes, its a "scripted" shot
- right: "humanitarian" mission in Benin, Africa]
Yep, war in Kosovo, trouble all over Africa: you name it, they were there, “securing the safety of civilians” (sound great for their press releases) in countries during/after a war. They obviously were a very close team. Last Saturday, they had a reunion barbecue, and much to my surprise, I was invited, as the only civilian.
Their children had grown, their jobs had changed, but deep down inside they were all still trained to kill, a fact no “army make-over” will ever change. I try to ignore this gruesome fact, as I’ve mostly met them during all those PR-type of events: BBQs, open-door events: the classic “hey, this a a regular job” type of hype, ignoring their true nature.
I will have to check if I’m allowed to upload more of the shots I took, but for the time being: this was the campfire they lit, just the way they did on “missions” in Africa and all over the globe:
[my shot: Belgian frogmen campfire, Sept 2, 2006]
My former diving instructor - we lost touch after he started to engage in life-threatening behavior - was kind of quiet when I drove back later that night. Words were not suited to describe the experience. I couldn’t help wondering though, how many lives were “terminated”by these smiling “frogmen”. Like Bob Dylan used to sing: “The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind”..