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Insurgents attacked our Forward Operating Base (Morales-Frazier) again last night with rockets.
Our team has been in Afghanistan for several months now, and it has been common to experience rocket attacks at Bagram and FOB Kutschbach, but it’s been rare that they hit us here at FOB “MF.”
I was nighttime. I was in my long underwear, lying in bed, watching “American History X” on my laptop.
Then I heard that all-too-familiar sound: “FIIIIIIISsssss-kaBOOM!”
The others in my tent got up. We asked each other: “Was that outgoing? I think that was outgoing.” (Outgoing means that we are firing out at the bad guys instead of them sending “incoming” rounds at us.) I think that we always want to assume that it’s us doing the shooting first, because it reassures us that everything is okay. But deep inside, we knew we were kidding ourselves.
That false hope didn’t last long. A second rocket came in to confirm we were being attacked. “FIIIIISssss-cra-kaPOW!”
I jumped up and scrambled to put on my body armor. (I’ll be DAMNED if I was gonna be in a firefight in my long-johns!)
We went outside and got under a bunker at first, but then went to defend the perimeter in case people were trying to overrun the FOB. We sat, taking cover behind some sandbags, watching the French fire illumination rounds so we could see in the dark. (It’s so dark that if people were advancing on us, we wouldn’t be able to see them.) Luckily, nothing else happened.
When the commotion was all over, I found myself having trouble to go to sleep (again.) It happens to me every time we experience a rocket attack. (Every little noise I hear freaks me out.) It only last for a few hours … eventually, my body just gets tired and I just doze off.
I have never wanted to engage someone in combat during my time here. But, last night, when the rockets came in. I was angry. Not because I’m “gung-ho” (because I most certainly am not.) But, because I felt like the attack was a personal attempt to mess up my return home, now that I’m so close to being done. (I was like: “How DARE those guys try to take us out the last few weeks of this deployment?!?! Don’t they know I’ve got a wife and son at home?!?! Awww HELL NAW!”)