The Last Words

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We were outside Kabul, taking heavy fire from all sides when I heard the Chinook coming in in the dark of night.

The thud thud thud pushing the smoke away, the smoke that was coming from all sides, covering us to some extent but also in my eyes and nose. Burning my eyes, the smoke and my sweat and some other gas in the air, something not good, making it hard to see much less shoot.

“Tell them to back off,” I hollered. “It’s too hot.”

“What?”

“Tell them to back the fuck off, it’s too fucking hot,” I yelled at Wallace, our comm guy.

This was a supposed to be a simple reconnaissance mission, in and out, nothing to it. Just supposed to find out if a particular high ranking insurgent was here in the area. He was.

“OK, OK, red to yellow, back the copter off.”

Another burst from below interrupted him. AKs, always AKs, you could bury those things in sand, piss on them, drop them from the roof, they would still fire.

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