Interesting / amusing article about French nationals who have traveled to Syria and points east to become jihadists (presumably with ISIL or some similar group) … and are now trying to figure out how to come home because of the hard work, the fear of fighting, the lack of fighting, or, in one case, because the dude's iPod isn't working any more.
It's both poignant in some ways and Darwin Award mock-worthy in others — and it's somehow refreshing to see a story like it about a folk from somewhere other than the US.
The lack of fighting is actually a common complaint from friends of mine. "Hurry up and wait" is the simplest description of it.
It's not that it has to be fighting, per se, but the hypervigilance with no threat or task is wearying beyond imagination.