Thank goodness I'm a Pilot. I know my limitations. I know that I cannot do anything associated with electrical work. I know that I cannot do woodworking. I thought I could do comedy...you know the one-liner type. Like a stand-up comic only I would be a blog comic. Nope, I can't do that. My last post really was suppose to be funny..really. But I got at least 12 emails that asked me if I was all right, or that it's good to vent in combat, or that you really need a vacation or my favorite "chill brother". Oh well, enough of that.
Today was one of those days where the bad guys decided to stir us up again. At least it was not in the middle of the night. The attack came right after another change of command ceremony in a tent. There were nine mortars hitting in our housing area. The best part is the initial radio call over the brick from my buddy. He was out of breath when he made the radio call and his pitch was high like a girl (Don no jokes, see para 1 above). His call went something like this "...I over here at ..uhmm this tent..and hmmm..... i've been hit by something hmmm.....(higher pitch) i've been hit by a mortar". Now of course everyone heard this radio call. The tent is right next door about 100 yards away to my office building. Me and my office mate got up and started for the door to go check on him. We heard other explosions coming from all around but we wanted to go check on him. The alarms started sounding and the explosions were all outside. These attacks don't usually last too long and they had at that time already launched about 4 or 5. We were stopped by a close one that hit nearby and we decided to take cover. After about 3 minutes or so, a radio call went out to him to check on his status. He said "oh yeah it hit close but I'm ok". So when it was all over about 1 hour later my buddy and our unit's Lt came back into our building and he was still pumped up. We went to the site and took photos of the blast with him pointing at it. He was driving his pickup truck and he said he felt someone crash into his truck. As he looked around to see who hit him, he saw no other vehicle and a plume of smoke right outside his window about 6 feet away. I got out of his truck and started running toward a nearby tent. This is when he made the radio call. But .... the tent was locked. So he runs back to the truck, mortars hitting all around, he jumps in the truck, jams on the gas and off he goes in a cloud of dust. Off to the safety of a nearby building. There were some injures around the base and some pretty good damage but still nothing serious! We were lucky...again. Keep the prayers coming, because again here is proof of a protecting spirit. That is that.
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