Hey all,
The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated! The large death tolls are not in my AO (Area of Operation). I have been going to the field with First Force Recon quite a bit. Have had some tense times, a few stand off's, but no shots fired, and we have grabbed all the people we intended to get.

It came pretty close to a drop down, drag out fight last night. But at the last minute, the opposition capitulated, we took our man and left. DAMN I LOVE SPECIAL FORCES! I could do this shit every day! (Please excuse the language mom...) I felt alive out there. One in the morning, a handful of guys and vehicles in the center of bad guy country, watching every move in every window of every house. In a place where even the stray dogs want to kill you.

When the individuals we were after drew down on us with heavy machineguns and AK-47's, I didn't even get nervous as I expected. I just got angry. Like "Ok buddy, go ahead and fire, but don't miss... it'll be the last thing you ever do!" Yeah, it's cocky, but fact of the matter is, I had a confidence I can't explain. An absolute assurance of success. Like I was in the right, I knew it, and would kick down the gates of hell to get these guys. I mean, give me a pale horse, and let me go with that attitude. I didn't realize how exceedingly good the training I've received was. I am sure that is where the confidence comes from. Regardless, it was exhilarating.

OK, I'm done beating the war drum for now. Keep up the good fight on the home front!
Semper Fi and Fight on!
Koyote