I used to work for a disaster relief NGO. The agency wasn’t operational ‘in the field’, we provided specialised personnel and training to operational agencies and individuals.
One of our courses was ‘Security and Communications’, which was a basic intro to managing radio communications and security in volatile or unstable environments. The highlight of the course was a simulation exercise in which teams of participants were sent into the countryside in Landrovers to perform various tasks such as assessing a water supply or erecting an aerial.
During the simulation they’d encounter all sorts of situations – well-mannered military checkpoints, drunken roadblocks, friendly and hostile locals, bandits, militias, corrupt officials etc.
It was usually tremendous fun. We had blank-firing pistols, de-activated AKs, theatrical explosives and all sorts of kit scrounged from the army. One time we managed to borrow a platoon of the Durham Light Infantry.
Dressing up and chasing people through the undergrowth was like regressing to childhood, playing Cowboys and Indians, and who doesn’t want to kick in a door while firing a pistol. Manning a hostile roadblock, being a complete cunt from behind the mirror shades and AK, was also interesting, and a lot of fun.
I felt that I was getting all the fun bits of re-enacting or LARPing, with none of the dodgy or tiresome aspects, and it was all under the cover of ‘a good cause’.
Over the years I performed many roles, my favourites were the crazed Liberian rebel, the Serbian ethnic cleanser and the Afghan warlord (my portrayal of
Dostum was Oscar-worthy).