Happy 12th anniversary to all the guys who participated in the invasion of Iraq.
I was a young 19 year old E2 Private in the Army at the time. I vividly remember being in the desert of Kuwait lining up on the border. My Platoon Sergeant, who had been in the first Gulf War, telling us "12 hours after we put our MOP suits on we will be in Iraq.... trust me." Everyone else thought it was all saber rattling. There was no way we were going to war.
The order came down to don our MOP gear. Ok.... This is getting a bit more serious we all thought.
Then someone shouted "What the ****!". Way up in the sky we saw what was unmistakably a missile flying through air. I awed at the smoke trail it left behind and thought that must be what the Space Shuttle looks like to people in Florida. A hug pit formed in my stomach when I realized that missile was heading south. My Platoon Sergeant shouted "Get the **** in the track" and we all ran into the back of the Bradleys, half dressed in MOP gear. A few minutes later the Platoon Sergeant stopped by the track and told us "time for war boys".
The next three weeks or so and the few months after will always stay with me as some of the best times of my life. Not because of war. But because I got to spend it with some of the best men this country has ever known.
A couple of my squad mates smoking and joking while we put on our MOP gear.
Me and my 900 rounds of linked 5.56 for my SAW
Day of the big red sandstorm. Im on the SAW covering my squad leader as we set up a defensive position after receiving word that an Iraqi RPG team was trying to flank us. (picture taken by our Time Magazine journalists that were with us)
Taking a break on the outskirts of Baghdad with some liberated Pepsi's I found.
Anyone else there for the kick off???
Note*** I know this is a few hours late.
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