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Show DU TIN SEXTON PT MB R 12, 2009 So we're sitting there in the ministry of defense and out comes thes French reporters that claimed that we had shot their cohort as he was running through the middle of the battlefield yesterday. My question to them was, "Well, did he identify himself?" They didn't have a response. They were just mad. They were angry because we had shot him up. I don't know the scenario. It wasn't our platoon, so I don't really know what happened. It's kind of the craziness of it: you've got civilians in the middle of all this fighting that are so used to it that they don't even think about it. Then you've got these do-gooders that are out there that are supposed to be helping, but all they're doing is getting in the way. Some of the stuff that the other platoons had happen to them, I don't know ... We were also sitting there, within the next couple of days, securing this compound waiting for orders and up rolls this regiment headquarters unit, guns a blazing, shooting up us with their gung-ho mentality two days later, after the battle's over and won, they're there. At some point we'd gone over and secured the UN compound. We're in the UN compound and one of the phones works, so everybody calls home. I got to call my wife, finally. The first time in fifty-three days or something like that, forty days, I talked to her. I found out where she was finally. That was pretty cool. That was interesting because we were kind of in the middle of battle, still, and talking on the phone in these nice offices. The UN compound provided us nicely with some French humanitarian rations that they'd left behind when they high tailed it out of there, so we kindly helped ourselves to those because we hadn't eaten in, like, seven days. 92 |
