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Thwarted kidnapping Suicide bombers who’d lost their nerve
No. Come to find out, these were two friends of the vice president.
He’d forgotten to tell us about them.
He wasn’t too pleased. My command wasn’t too pleased, either. I
got fired from my PSD job, which wouldn’t have been all that bad except
that I then had to spend the next week sitting in the Green Zone
doing nothing.
My platoon leadership tried to get me back for some DAs. But the
head shed had decided to stick it to me a bit, and kept me twiddling
my thumbs. That is the worst possible torture for a SEAL—missing out
on the action.
Luckily, they didn’t hang on to me for too long.
HAIFA STREET
In December 2005, Iraq geared up for national elections, its first since
the fall of Saddam—and the first free and fair ones the country had
ever held. The insurgency was doing everything it could to stop them.
Election officials were being kidnapped left and right. Others were executed
in the streets.
Talk about your negative campaigning.
Haifa Street in Baghdad was a particularly dangerous place. After
three election officials were killed there, the Army put together a plan
to protect officials in the area.
The strategy called for snipers to do overwatches.
I was a sniper. I was available. I didn’t even have to raise my hand.
I joined an Army unit from the Arkansas National Guard, a great
bunch of good ol’ boys, warriors all.