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17 July 2011 found me in Afghanistan, up in the Hindu Kush. In the wee hours of the morning, my squad was being transported in two RG31s to a drop off, where we would begin movement to an ambush site. Unfortunately, a plan is just a list of things that probably won't happen. A few clicks outside our COP, the Taliban blew an IED under my truck, and fired 12-15 RPGs and a few thousand rounds of PKM and AK ammo at us. My truck (over 7-1/2 tons) was lifted into the air and rotated 45 degrees, completely destroying the front end and shower debris for 100 meters or so. The blast caused my MK19 gunner's face to collide with the weapon, disabling both. As luck would have it, my Afghans were brave and loyal, and drove their Ford Ranger between my truck and the ambush, engaging the Taliban with their M240B machinegun. That gave us time to pass a light machinegun to my gunner, so that he could help suppress fire. After what seemed like forever, but was really only a 15 minute fight, we managed to defeat the ambush, and live to fight another day.
As I was enjoying a cold beer in my air-conditioned house last night, I was just thinking about how glad I am to be back home. In my lap, I had the BAS that I carried in Afghanistan that helped slaughter goats, chop firewood and scare the pants off the villagers. It was always comforting to sleep with, and I like to imagine that one very much like it had been in Eastern Afghanistan before, probably along with some British and Indian army units doing much the same thing as I was doing a year ago. I guess the more things change, the more they stay the same!
Sorry for the ramble, I just felt the need to write about it.
As I was enjoying a cold beer in my air-conditioned house last night, I was just thinking about how glad I am to be back home. In my lap, I had the BAS that I carried in Afghanistan that helped slaughter goats, chop firewood and scare the pants off the villagers. It was always comforting to sleep with, and I like to imagine that one very much like it had been in Eastern Afghanistan before, probably along with some British and Indian army units doing much the same thing as I was doing a year ago. I guess the more things change, the more they stay the same!
Sorry for the ramble, I just felt the need to write about it.
