I first met Kap when I was a Team Leader in 1st Platoon, A/co, 3rd Ranger Battalion, and truth be told, I thought he was a pretty abrasive dude at first. What I gradually came to realize was that he was standoffish because he didn’t know me and rightly didn’t trust me yet. I was the new guy and untested in his eyes as a Squad Leader. Deploying to Iraq, I found a new respect for Kap and the platoon as a whole. That was probably the best job I ever had in the Army, and I was lucky to serve with them.
We conducted a hell of a lot of Direct Action missions that summer, usually rolling outside the wire every day or night to hit multiple targets. Yet, through all the crazy firefights in Mosul and Tal Afar, we didn’t have any friendly casualties. Mostly this was because the platoon was tactically sound, had strong leaders, and had previous combat experience, but there was also an element of luck involved in all of this, and it couldn’t last forever.
About a week before we were scheduled to redeploy back to Ft. Benning, Georgia, we were rolling around town in our Stryker armored vehicles looking for a High-Value Target, a terrorist leader who was cruising around Mosul. Our sixth Stryker patrol was split in half. I was the Tactical Commander of the lead Stryker with Sergeant F’s assault team inside. The second Stryker was the MEV, or medical evacuation vehicle. Our two-person sniper element was also in MEV, including fellow SOFREP writer Isiah Burkhart. The third Stryker contained our Platoon Leader and Sergeant Kap with an assault team.
We stopped for a few moments underneath an overpass to “let the situation develop.” The interior of the Stryker was so packed full of Rangers that I was sitting on the vehicle’s roof with my legs hanging inside the hatch. I flinched hard as a massive explosion rang out from my six ‘o clock position. We were surrounded by sulfur-smelling smoke. Seconds later, I heard some horrible screaming. The snipers went up to the overpass to secure the area, but the trail Stryker had been hit hard.