Afghan Journal: My First Firefight. And The One After That.

By Jon Wayne Taylor

My first real firefight had everything you see in the movies. It was great. I mean sure, I’d been shot at before, and a few IEDs just missed me. But nothing like this. This fight had mortars exploding in the air, men rushing and diving as RPG’s pounded the earth, giant heroes calmly barking orders while bullets cracked past their heads, a lone medic rushing to save the wounded, all with sound(ish) tactics, outmaneuvering the enemy and returning fire. Really, by the end of it I was grinning, it was one of the happiest days of my life. That fight had it all. Except a villain . . .

Oh sure, we had an enemy. But I didn’t know much about them. This despite the fact that I and the rest of my team did our level best to hunt them down and kill them. I went to Afghanistan because my nation told me to. I did my best to find the enemy and kill them for one reason: that was my job.

My first shots at the enemy had their desired effect. When I saw the round hit the man I was aiming at, honestly all I felt was the satisfaction …read more

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