May I Ask Who is Calling?

"Last week we sized up a new contract with a security company by accompanying them for a little night work. The mission involved a convoy of 40 tractor-trailers, carrying shipping containers, new armored vehicles, and loaded fuel tankers on an overnight run to Kandahar and back. Convoys on this route get hit every night with rockets, roadside bombs and machine guns, sometimes in well-organized ambushes. Few of their vehicles are armored, and most have a few holes in them. The military is still stretched too thin to offer air or medical support, so the security companies are on their own to fight through and deliver these high-value targets every time. It is a hugely lucrative contact, but it comes at a steady cost.

I went over to their compound for a BBQ where Mick, one of the shooters, told me that an Afghan team leader had jumped out of a vehicle to return fire the previous night and was hit in the chest with a rocket-propelled grenade. This made my decision a little easier when they asked us to provide tactical medic support for this large high-profile delivery. I volunteered to not go for several reasons, only one of which is obvious. Both of my co-workers geared up with weapons, armor, helmets and medic bags and headed out"
Housefly