Bad Premonition

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Reflecting back on my twenty years in the military allows for a lot of memorable times, some were great while others were not so great. One memory in particular can be found on Wikipedia, under Battle of Baghdad (2003). Serving as a Scout Sniper Squad Leader with the 101st Airborne Division, combat was something I had previously experienced in Afghanistan, where my unit had participated in missions such as Operation Anaconda, Apache Snow II and several others. Iraq however was going to be a fight unlike any other we had experienced up until this point, and we knew that before stepping foot on Iraqi soil. Baghdad was our target, and intelligence sources had informed us that Iraqi Soldiers were training, in hopes that they could defeat us, the American forces when we arrived in their city of Baghdad, Iraq.
Our unit had returned from Afghanistan only six months earlier, when we were given the mission to take Baghdad. Our superiors had informed us that the bulk of the fighting would consist of door to door, house to house style fighting. This style of fighting is more commonly referred to as MOUT, which is an acronym for Military Operations Urban Terrain. The one thing that was always drilled into me as a young Soldier was MOUT was not the fight you wanted to be fighting on the enemy’s turf, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out why that is. Any time you prepare for something major such as combat, it’s very important to have some sort of visualization as to what you think you are going to experience. This will set the conditions for tough, realistic training, which is extremely vital to mission success in combat. Just prior to departing for Iraq our unit trained as if our lives depended on it, because it did! We rehear...

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...he proper way of honoring Troy’s memory and all the other close friends I have lost in Iraq and Afghanistan. They left behind wives and children that they’ll never again get to hug and kiss goodnight, and say to them “I love you.” So I do that for them when I tell my wife and children every chance I get that I love them, followed by a hug and kiss. We only got one shot at this precious thing called life; it’s up to us, how we spend it. And after that, we are nothing more than just a memory, until we hopefully meet again. I pray that my family and friends remember me as that father or husband who was always reminding them of how special they are to me, and how I loved them more than words can say. So tonight when you go home, give that loved one of yours a hug and kiss, and tell them how much you truly love them, because you never know it may be your last time!

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