In this environment, truly out in the boonies, agility, firepower and other qualities often far outweigh the heavy metal. Just some days ago I was in Baghdad and Anbar while writing this dispatchwhile visiting a hospital with CSM Jeff Mellinger, I met a wounded American soldier who told us how he tried to pull his buddy from a burning Bradley after it had been hit by a car bomb. The Lynx dropped us off, and shortly after the Lynx dusted away, the desert quieted. Some soldiers would go for weeks without bathing, while others would wash-down with a bottle or two of water. The wounded went out on the American helicopters, and the bodies of the fallen were later removed and British helicopters took them away. He would just walk and stare at people. Reader support is crucial to this mission.
The crazy guy came back and just hung around the British soldiers for hours.
And so, I crawled into the back of the Land Rover and sat next to the tailgate. We boarded a small Lynx helicopter and lifted away from FOB Sparrowhawk where the naked Danish soldier had nearly been kidnapped. The British door-gunner seemed to wave at every farmer in Iraq—and we were flying low enough they could practically see the time on his watch. Some soldiers would go for weeks without bathing, while others would wash-down with a bottle or two of water. We stopped at an intersection so the soldiers could dismount from their vehicles to check for bombs or other signs of an ambush. The store owner at the intersection. McMenamy moved forward to the stricken Scimitar, shouting to the crew, asking if anyone could hear him.