My undercover life as an outlaw biker began in Iraq—not that I knew I was embarking on that path at the time. It seems fitting, though, now that I look back—one frying pan to another. The only place hotter than Texas, where I grew up, is the Iraqi desert. For months I’d been sweating in that oven: 120° Fahrenheit in the shade, if you could find any; sand storms every other day; and everybody on edge from stakes that just kept getting higher and higher. It was 2004. Iraq was a hotbed of insurgents, and in the wake of the Abu Ghraib scandal, the U.S. Army was under intense international scrutiny. There was no margin for error.
I was career military. I had joined Kansas State’s ROTC when I was just seventeen, and since then I’d served in South America, Bosnia, and Israel; in addition, this was my third tour in Iraq. I’d been trained as a medic and as military police. Even my wife Marie, a nuclear engineer, was army. So I guess you could say I’d been around the block. Compared to what I’d done before, my mission now was simple: leading the search and rescue of allied personnel. When special groups went out on missions, my team and I followed to extract anyone who died or was injured.
So on a typical day hot enough to fry an egg on your helmet, my team was following a routine convoy. To get there, we had to go through this piece-of-shit village. The other men and I hated this place—every time we went through, the villagers took turns taking potshots at us. In a war you expect a certain amount of hostility, but we’d had about enough of these guys. Dodging bullets can make a man touchy.
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Really interesting job,
How early do you need this completed?
Would you like to see some of my recent work that I've done for my other reputed clients?Withers W.05 Nov 2017
looking for completion in about two weeks, yes would like to see your work
what would be the budget and leadtime?