New Michael Yon report
His most intense dispatch yet. Yon is THE reporter to watch for eyes-on accounts of what's really going on in Iraq. Thank you, Michael. Stay safe.
There's more. So much more. Rivetting stuff to say the least. I especially like his inclusion of this:
Reminds me of my attempts to self-censor the letters I used to send home to my own mother. Not that it did much good. I sure she was a basket-case for seven months.
Jungle Law
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A couple minutes later, we leave the base and begin the drive downtown; passing spots where so many car bombs and IEDs have exploded. Within a few blocks, we are 15 seconds from rolling over a large bomb buried under the road.
15 Seconds...
At least two terrorists are watching our approach, pretending to talk to a taxi driver. One holds a Motorola radio transmitter in his pants pocket.
14 Seconds...
13 Seconds...
The bombs are buried under the road ahead of us, on a route to the police station.
12 Seconds...
11 Seconds...
We are in a big Stryker. Usually the IEDs just make the ears ring--I wear earplugs--or maybe knock an air-guard or two unconscious, filling the cabin with so much fine dust that it looks like smoke. I’ve often wondered if this fine dust sometimes ignites when the armor ruptures, adding to the flashover that burns so many soldiers inside.
10 Seconds...
9 Seconds...
Sometimes IEDs blow through the Stryker, launching it into the air, and critically or fatally injuring the people inside. Odd body parts will often be left unscathed, such as a severed hand in a black glove on the road. About 43 Americans have died here during the past ten days.
8 Seconds...
7 Seconds...
The men are cautiously watching us, still talking among themselves. The transmitter is armed. A push of the button might make the final dispatch.
6 Seconds...
A terrorist is preparing to push the button, but the timing's got to be just right…not yet…not yet…we are almost there…
5 Seconds...
One of the terrorists does a double take at the lead Stryker, blowing his cover. The call instantly goes out to "Block left! Lock 'em down! Two pax!"
There's more. So much more. Rivetting stuff to say the least. I especially like his inclusion of this:
One soldier said, “You’re not going to write about this are you? That wasn’t anything. Don’t make it sound like a big deal, okay? My mom reads your stuff, and every time you write about something dangerous she freaks out.”
Reminds me of my attempts to self-censor the letters I used to send home to my own mother. Not that it did much good. I sure she was a basket-case for seven months.