Article written by guest author, Heath Hansen.

Even though it was only 0500, the heat was already approaching the high 90s and I could feel my uniform sticking to my skin from under my body armor. The Humvee engines were idling and the smell of JP-8 fuel stung my nostrils.

“Hansen, 2nd platoon’s electronic warfare vehicle is down. We’ll need you in the lead element for the mission. You’re truck commander.”

“Roger, sir,” I replied to my platoon leader, “My truck’s ready, I’ll let the crew know.”