Stories from the Desert

"A penetrating darkness covered the countryside while a lonely half-moon hung low in the sky shedding just enough illumination for me to barely discern the HMMWV in front of us. To our front and rear were vehicles carrying Navy Seals, some of the best door-kickers in Al-Anbar province. In the wee hours of this morning (more like late at night by my standards) we were on our way to an appointment with an insurgent. Unfortunately, no one told him about it. He didn’t get the memo."
The Midnight Hour