In Mogadishu I lived adjacent to the end of the runway where the remains of the Somali Air Force and some commercial airplanes had been pushed into one huge jumbled up pile.
Even despite that....there were innovative folks that were stealing Shipping Containers and salvaging Engines, Instruments, and other items from the wrecks and shipping them off to locations unknown.
As the Western Militaries were packing up....I was involved in making off with things that made our living much easier....Air Cons, food, Shade Cloth, Hydraulic Mules, Pressure Washers, the odd Toyota SUV or two.
At one point I had some young Marines delivering the stuff to me in trade for a crate of beer.
One Marine Sergeant Major....who was miffed we were giving away lots of good kit to the Pakistani's.....would tip me off to various items that were going to be delivered the next day......"If it is still here tomorrow!".
Quite often it was not!
