As I sit here and think of what story I should really start out with, I am some what stumped. Not to mention it is about 105 degrees in here, and 1:30 in the morning, so my thought process isn’t exactly clear. Yet, a decent one comes to mind that has somewhat of a humorous spin to it, especially since it was something I was directly responsible for.
It was December 2005. I was in Northern Iraq on a mission with a Special Forces team. We were going out to this local guy’s house that apparently had been kidnapped and held for ransom. He claimed he was going to come along with us and show us where the guy lived that kidnapped him. We were game, especially if it involved going to hunt a bad guy.
“He says that’s the guy, right there getting his haircut, that’s the guy!” The interpreter yelled at me.
I quickly got on the radio telling the team that our man was the one sitting in the chair. We quickly sped up and the team leader ordered everyone out of the trucks “as fast as you can guns up… lets nab him now!”
“He says that’s the man that was kidnapped also, not that is our bad guy” the interpreter said.
Of course they all looked at me, but the interpreter had my back by saying his initial translation was “that was our bad guy”. Of course we apologized to the poor guy that we just scared to death and went on our way. You know it was a while before I heard the end of that.
Of course we laughed about it later, but I really thought for a minute there we got lucky and that was our guy. Well, I hope I entertained you for a little bit, or at least enough to bring you back tomorrow, which is when I will begin the gear setup guide. Take care,