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[–] reed 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago  (edited ago)

One of many artillery attacks I went through during my first deployment.

One night, me and a buddy were tossing a bunch of shit over the side and out the back of our platoon's deuce and a half, into the burn pit at FOB Sykes, which was positioned right on the perimeter of the base. In the middle of this, we both heard a pop pop pop from off in the distance, outside the wire. We both stopped what we were doing immediately and stared at each other for a second with an oh shit look on our faces. Then the rounds landed BOOM BOOM BOOM in the opposite direction from where we heard the pops just aa few seconds prior. The rounds were literally flying directly over our heads before landing inside the base. We tossed the rest of the shit over, jumped in the cab, and hauled fucking ass out of there. Wasn't easy to do though because the area around the burn pit was all ash mixed with that moon dust Iraqi sand bullshit, and a deuce and a half is a big fucking truck that also had the water buffalo hitched on the back. VROOM VROOM VROOM, BOOM BOOM BOOM.

I mean, we got hit with that shit nearly every day, for literally months on end, but that was one of the times where I was like holy shit I might fucking die out here. Mainly I think because we were caught pretty much out in the open, by ourselves.

There were also the myriad of convoys and shit, especially the one were the serials in front of and behind ours both got hit with IEDs, but whatever.