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effort from a third world country. Rustic and rough, these enemy troops
simply did not have the provisions or abilities to compare to the 1st Marine
Division. I made my way down inside a rather large enemy bunker, obviously
six men had lived here. I was able to touch and put my hands on their
personal items. I was wary of booby traps and proceeded with extreme
caution, but my curiosity was getting the best of me. And I continued to
delve further and further into the personal belongings of these enemy
combatants, the lack of water and food was ever-present.
It became apparent that these men had fled in haste, leaving behind
personal items surely important to them. Desperation, in my calculations,
absolutely. Some had written letters in Arabic writing, which I was
completely unfamiliar with. Letters left unsent, perhaps left onsite so that
someone may find them. As I looked at those letters a wave came over me to
realize the tireless efforts of a soldier perpetually attempting to maintain
communication with a family member, a wife, a father, a mother and I left
them where they were, out of respect from one troop to the next.
“Come out of there Witcher. Let’s get our explorations wrapped up
and fall back in place on the line. Remember what you see here, as I know
that one day this will be an important memory for you. You have seen what
very few men will ever get to see.”

Listen: Saw Maj Powers
and bunkers info

“Isn’t it a strange place where ordinary men are challenged to do
extraordinary things? What I gathered down there in that hole was that
these were lonely men feeling abandoned, missing their homeland, and not
ready to die. What a timeless, never-ending thing war is,” I said to Gunny
while truly wondering what they had endured.
A million stars lit up the night sky, constellations so extraordinarily
present could not be hidden. Mesmeric images of coalition aircraft fearlessly
flew high above our area of operation, surely keeping the heads down of
enemy combatants. The throbbing jet engines of the A10 warthogs flying
effortlessly 600 feet above the battlefield was completely reassuring to
Marines on the ground. The A10 Warthog was built around the gun, a 30mm
chain gun firing uranium depleted rounds as well as an arsenal of air-to-air
and air-to-ground missiles was a nemesis to enemy combatants. FA-18
strikers flew circular protective covering, waiting to swoop with deadly
nighttime accuracy on anything that moved, not to mention British, French