Much of the imagery is from a fire fight that turned into a pitched battle in an erea called Sofia, just east of Ramadi. We were ambushed in what had been a ritzy neigborhood for politically connected Sunni's when Saddam was in power. We were re enforced by a rapid deployment force and other squad that was near by.The fighting raged for a good two hours before two Cobra Helicopter gunships were called in and chewed Hajji to pieces. The reference to "Breaking into houses was us looking for insurgents. Hajji typically bailed in the middle of the fight to another erea, changed his cloths and just blended into the crowd but with two cobras menacing the sky he was trapped where ever he was hiding so he was easy pickings that day. One house we went into there was a kid, 16-17 years old cradling a dead Hajji in his arms that had taken several rounds. There wasn't to much blood which meant he bleed out before they got there. The kid was sobbing hysterically and crying out. We had to arrest him but he didn't want to let go of the dead one. It turned out to be his brother. War is fuck brutal man.
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I really am speechless from this...from the poem to your additional notes love...takes a lot to write like this, such brutal force in such events, something so abhorent to me has been captured here with different mindset, perspective...you have versed both sides of the emotion to such a monsterous event, wow!
I shall be thinking on this for a while xoxo
I thoroughly enjoyed this, everything from the description to the authors note, for the same reasons Heather Maria mentioned; We can't possibly know what it's like. I respect and deeply appreciate a writing like this. Keep it up.
Your writing is so wonderfully in my face. You take me there, every moment, every hour...powerful writing. You speak for many. Your style is exceptional.
Thanx Marine. I said I wouldn't write anymore of theae then this one crept out. Ah what are ya gonno.. read moreThanx Marine. I said I wouldn't write anymore of theae then this one crept out. Ah what are ya gonno do. Just keep writing
12 Years Ago
Man look at the typos
12 Years Ago
Hah, I didn't even notice 'til you just pointed it out. What's that say about my writing prowess, lo.. read moreHah, I didn't even notice 'til you just pointed it out. What's that say about my writing prowess, lol?
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