This Is How It Started…
[Note: I wrote this a couple of years ago, and some of you may have read it before. However, I wanted it to migrate to this blog, so bear with me.]
Bang! Bang! Pop! Pop! I didn’t even hear it, at least not consciously. Spending nearly seven months in
WEEEEEOOOOOOOOOW! The siren started blaring. I heard it. Instinctively, and almost still asleep, I took the protective mask from underneath my head (I had been using it as a pillow) and fumbled in the dark to put it on. The mask had either been attached to my hip or right next to my head every since I arrived in
I was on the floor. Mike and
I heard it. The metallic grating of dirty M-4s being charged. Ready to fire. I muttered, “Oh damn, someone’s gonna get killed.” I whispered to Mike and
They caught them. The radio crackled. It was Cruz telling the Company Commander and the First Sergeant that they wanted an Arabic linguist at the Brigade Tactical Operations Center (TOC) right away. The First Sergeant yelled, “I need a linguist!” I was still lying in the dark and on the floor. I yelled, “Not it!” No shit, I said, “Not it!” Carr started laughing and said, “Yeah, me too, not it!” The First Sergeant and Commander grabbed an interrogator named Staff Sergeant Carville. He’s trained for this stuff. I’m a voice interceptor…a radio geek. I don’t interrogate. I was relieved. First Sergeant said, “No, I want an LLVI guy to go with them.” (LLVI stands for Low-level Voice Intercept…SHIT, that’s ME!). Sergeant First Class Burdin (my platoon sergeant) said, “Cisco, get up.” FUCK! He heard me say, “Not it.” He always hated that game. Then the First Sergeant said, “In fact, the whole team! Send the whole team for security.” Burdin said, “Team one, get up!”
Captain Otto was a small guy. Not just short, but small all around. About 5’4” maybe 5’5”. Nice guy, but not very intimidating. He was the Company Commander for Alpha Company and I hardly knew him since we were Delta Company guys attached to Alpha after we got to Kuwait. He had a John Wayne stagger. It was laughable. He also talked in a way that made him sound as if he was trying too hard to sound tough. He said, “We’re going to move out across the camp in a wedge. I’ll take point.” I looked at Mike and
The wedge is just that. A wedge shaped formation of troops. Like a flock of geese. Otto was up front. Carville and his Chief were on the left side with Mike behind them.
“HALT!” I heard it and I stopped. No one else did. “HALT!” I heard it again, and this time I saw him. It was a guard behind a concrete slab. He had his Squad Automatic Weapon (SAW) pointed right at us. I looked at Captain Otto. He didn’t hear or see him. “Sir!”, I yelled. “He’s telling you to stop.” As if he had just woken up Captain Otto turned and looked at me, and then turned and saw what I saw. “HALT!” This time he heard it. He stopped. “Identify yourself!” the guard was on edge. “Sir, he’s telling you to identify yourself”, I yelled over the generators. “Captain Otto, A/311th MI”, he yelled.
This is how the war started for us. Mike, Chad and I were standing in a wedge formation with a captain, a warrant officer, and an interrogator. It was like the set up for a bad Army walked-into-a-bar joke. Standing in the open Kuwaiti desert with a group (there was more than one) of Americans pointing guns at us. It was a long night, but I was not alone.
Malcolm
Funny that you couldn’t hear the explosions but you were the only one to hear “halt!”
I guess that means you were the only one wanting to stop.
Adolfo Cisnero
It’s amazing what you can hear when you don’t want someone to shoot you.
Beamish
“Not it” is still the funniest war story line I have heard to date.
Mario
I slept in the cot across from Carr and I desinctly remember seeing her in her underwear (or some other undergarments) jump out of her sleeping bag to get into the JSLIST gear. That’s my first memory of the incident. As well as how quiet everyone in the tent got to hear the Radio go off with updates.
Denisse
I also remember when they told us we needed to put our chem gear on and it was pitch black. Rummaging around while thinking am I going to die because I can’t see which garment is my pant or my top. Wait someone’s feeling me up. Everyone get back down and stay quiet.
Adrian Holler
Still the worst night of my life. On guard at the vehicles, did not know anyone else guarding the vehicles, knowing nothing of what’s going on. Having to “pass the lines” from the vehicles to the tent pads. The only time I ever really to use a flashlight to signal across a “no mans land.” I still can’t say SGT Akbar (the perpetrator of the attack) without preceding it with ****ing.
Welcome to Iraq.