Not one of the first times I had to leave my daughter for a combat mission, were stationed around airbase fairha, medical need is urgent and with the Canadians coming it it'll be a hell of a ride, ISIS are doing rally's down in the city of Oohrilla. Our D.O called for Ralley down in medical tents, "pack up kits for 01800 boys" he muttered about us taglining on a DEVGRU squadron down to Oohrilla. Shock ruled through my body, but I'm used to it. I walk down to the pads with my boys "ya ready?" Jeff chirps "always man" I say scoffing.
As I open the door to the MATV I can see a unmarked Toyota coming our way, two T1 DEVGRU operators step out and conversation with us "so what's the plan here boys" "shit I'm assuming we are gonna stay behind you" "alright we're headed off" they drive off with us behind them. Slowly advancing to the city of Oohrilla it reaches dusk. The T1 unit stops in its tracks, we slam on our brakes aswell. They got out in a quick hurry MK18s pointed in a forward position we can hear them in the distance and on radio "Red radar, red radar possible red radar" called out when an IED (improvised explosive device is detected" "solid copy B1 hang tight" A man in a white rob and a black mask appears from the darkness, one draws a gun on him quickly "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?" The operator shouted, "no please American don't hurt me" "SHOW ME YOUR FUCKING HANDS" "ALLAH ACKBAR!!!!!!" I feel a gust of wind, ears ringing, and heat blowing against my face, I'm pushed back into the cabin and my arm stuff.
