One day in Fallujah

Wow.

In the last room of the house my heart stops completely and I can feel death looking right at my soul and I know I'm as good as dead. The walls of the room are lined with 155mm artillary shells, hundreds of them, and I felt the trip wire break as I kicked the door open. But I'm not dead and time marches on. My first thought after I realized I wasn't vaporized was, "I wonder what idiot wired this room up, what a putz." Then slowly I backed out of the house and we all evacuated back to were we started that morning so the house could be control detonated. The bad thing about going back is that now we have to reclear all the houses we just cleared.

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