We were supposed to get IFOR ID cards in addition to our military ID's, but HQ was out of film. We went downrange without them. I never did get one. We convoy out into a frigid landscape of haze, ice and snow. Countryside looks like a poor version of Germany.
Farmers work the fields but live in villages.
In one town we pass a bullet-pocked Orthodox church. The road winds into the mountains. We turn east onto Route Mississippi. We pass an infantry patrol near what would be our home, and several other camps. The road runs beside a river through a deep gorge.