Excerpt from book intro... The wind pulled at my legs, dragging them towards the rear of the UH-60 Black Hawk as my teammates and I sat in the left side doorway awaiting our arrival a t this evening’s target. The wind felt good up here as I scanned the horizon through my NODs (Night Optical Devices), cooler than the unforgiving heat on the ground. We had become quite used to these middle of the night raids on various targets in the cent ral Iraq theater, but this one was somewhat different. We had been standing by on red status in our hootches adjacent to the airfield when we got the alert to launch for a HVT (High Value Target) capture/kill. We received the mission, cobbled together an O PO RD and were on the birds within ten minutes. We had gone after HVT’s before, but this one was near the top of the wanted list, a high level bomb maker meeting with some of his apprentices. This one also hit home with us in particular, as we had lost more t han a few brothers to IEDs during ou...
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