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“Go, Witcher! Hammer down.”
                 The responsive logistics vehicle tore into the Kuwaiti sand. All 8
          wheels engaged…. I actually stood on the gas and rose out of my seat to
          press harder and harder on the accelerator pedal. The idea of being up there
          with the TOWs was going to feed the addiction… the adrenaline rush… the
          need for involvement in battle. Gunny was shouting in my ear, “Go! Go! Go!”
          And I grinned like a Cheshire cat. At this point nothing else would do but to
          be right there with those TOWs, shooting missiles downrange into enemy
          targets.



            Listen: Monte with
                 TOWs



                 Gunny and I arrived in our souped-up logistics vehicle. No more than
          I had put her in park than both of us were racing off the vehicle – like kids in
          a candy shop - to visit the Marines of the TOWs and watch the battle raging
          just 2700 meters north of Delta’s FARP line. The hammerheads of the TOW
          variants were up and delivering death packages. I had the privilege to jump
          up on board with one of the TOWs (Silver Two, with driver Thad Bunch and
          gunner King) and look downrange through the gunsight. It was my first time
          to look through the actual sight system of the TOWs. As I peered through the
          gunsight, I had to quickly pull my face away in shock. I couldn’t believe the
          clarity and up-close feeling I immediately had. It took a moment to realize
          that I wasn’t standing right next to enemy troops. (The comparison was to be
          looking through a high-powered telescope and observing craters on the
          moon.) The enemy troops were scurrying around, and I could see them
          yelling at each other, throwing equipment onboard trucks, trying to escape
          as missiles from other TOW variants made impact. I was set back…. I could
          not believe that I was actually observing the hasty actions of retreat from the
          “once feared Iraqi Army”. Here I was observing the power of the USMC, 1st
          Marine Division, the most celebrated USMC division of all times, tear down
          Iraqi defenses, with ease. It was almost like child’s play.
                 “Delta 6, Delta 6 this is Delta 7. The TOWs are in full control and are
          literally destroying a light enemy task force approximately 1700m to our
          direct north. Despite the barrage unleashed by the TOWs, enemy forces are
          making their way through the smoke north yet have suffered casualties.”
                 “Roger. I copy Delta 7. The threat is minimal, and the TOWs are in
          control of the situation. Let us know if you need 25mm support. American
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