Dust
Ok, so I guess its time to stop the freakish ramblings and give up some more “Tales of Hell.” If you read my little post from the other day, then you’ll realize that not much has been going on that hasn’t been going on here for months. There just seems to be more of it lately, so I just picked a patrol hoping that something worth reading will pop out.
It all started one dark and gloomy night. No, really it was a dark, cool, and generally pleasant real early morning. We were going out on some raids with the local IA unit. These things more often then not turn out to be wild goose chases, or more aptly, wild dog chases. We did all our pre-combat checks, mounted our nods, and took off for the IA FOB. The IA FOB is a part of our FOB so we never left the gate. They met us outside their gate and we escorted them out of the wire. Once outside the wire we moved tactically, under white lights with 8 humvees, up the MSR to our destination. Did I mention that I was sitting in the backseat during this operation? Well it comes into play a little later on, at this point in our story my biggest task was not passing out into a deep coma-like sleep.
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