.Double, Double, Toil and Trouble
"The white flash splits the Afghan night and I see the world in reverse color for several moments. Then the concussion hits me and I feel it through chest into my heart and lungs. KARUMPH!
Our little cabal is huddled in the lee of a high ridge doing our best to avoid an enactment of Kipling’s on Afghanistan’s plains. An airstrike just crushed the ridgeline beyond the one currently giving us shelter. Our ridge rises above us and perched on top like Masada is a Combat Outpost (COP) occupied by US soldiers.
Three of us are kneeling around a map our ACHs touching; actually putting our heads together to stave off the enemy. Pools of red, green and blue light spill from our headlamps lighting the map in a mosaic of color. Two armored vehicles are parked to our front, their doors standing open and red light oozing from them. The radios they contain barking and hissing information.
Double, double, toil and trouble. The three of us plot our next move, sorcerers of deaths construction. A mist coats everything; hopefully something else is coating the ground to our east. Circling overhead like sharks waiting for their next meal are the aircraft."
Afghanistan Shrugged
Our little cabal is huddled in the lee of a high ridge doing our best to avoid an enactment of Kipling’s on Afghanistan’s plains. An airstrike just crushed the ridgeline beyond the one currently giving us shelter. Our ridge rises above us and perched on top like Masada is a Combat Outpost (COP) occupied by US soldiers.
Three of us are kneeling around a map our ACHs touching; actually putting our heads together to stave off the enemy. Pools of red, green and blue light spill from our headlamps lighting the map in a mosaic of color. Two armored vehicles are parked to our front, their doors standing open and red light oozing from them. The radios they contain barking and hissing information.
Double, double, toil and trouble. The three of us plot our next move, sorcerers of deaths construction. A mist coats everything; hopefully something else is coating the ground to our east. Circling overhead like sharks waiting for their next meal are the aircraft."
Afghanistan Shrugged
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