Of course in the middle of the night, on top of the vehicle behind an M240B machine gun that had no ballistic shielding and wearing goggles that caught all of the road dust, the patrol really didn't sit the best with me already. God, it was brutal in the middle of the night and this particular night, it started to rain ever so slightly. With the rain, comes the smearing of that goddamned dust. When your vision is obscured in a place you need every bit of it to see anyone who tries to kill you, you shit a little. As we picked up the pace to blow through the intersection, I dropped the goggles for a second to see past the mud that was building. When I did, I yelled out to my driver, "On the right!" It was a man, face down on the road shoulder, dark spots in his light blue shirt. He was an Iraqi Police Officer, executed and thrown in the road, clearly visible in his uniform. I remember feeling so pissed because I was startled. Had I not dropped the goggles, we would have rolled over him with all 20 tons of our Fox Chemical Recon vehicle. More over, was the son of a bitch who killed him still watching us? I hated moments like that...
Another day on the streets of chaos...
by Rory Andes
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