Closing my eyes I focus on the sound of the water as it laps against the side of the boat. It is calming, peaceful, reminding me of home and of fishing with my father.
But I am a long way from home and that is made painfully clear as I open my eyes and look across the water towards the beach and the ridge beyond. Flashes pepper the crest, mixing with the crack of rifle fire to create an unholy symphony of death.
Like a swarm of mindless insects we sail steadily onwards, seemingly oblivious of the impending danger, every second bringing us closer to those Turkish guns.
There’s no turning back now.