Flirting with Boundaries
- Jeremy Fisher
- May 5
- 15 min read
Updated: Aug 19
The sun has yet to rise, but I continue to aggressively manuever without headlights down a severely damaged road. Treacherous holes in the asphalt road turn the route into an obstacle course, barely visible in the moonlight, even through the night vision mounted to my helmet. Yanking the steering wheel at the last second to avoid a massive crater sends gear and bodies bouncing around inside the car. The vehicle is weighed down by the five of us wearing full kit, and a rear compartment full of heavy rucksacks. The Pajero rides low at all four wheels, but I’m pushing her hard to pick up speed. As we near the tree line, I identify a landmark and swerve off the road, down a grassy path into the ominous forest. We’re only 1,200 yards from the Russians, well within the range of their FPV suicide drones and their artillery ...
