This isn’t a story about combat heroics. It’s just about doing what needs to be done, in the very essence of the phrase.
It was the middle of the Afghan night; the air was hot and my sweat was cold, matting my clothes to my body under my kit. I breathed heavily as the NODs weighed down on my face and peered into the crackling green night. I heard the rat-tat-tat of an AK-47, followed by the return fire of M4s. I wasn’t on the primary assault force — I was secondary for that mission, which meant I was just outside the target compound. We switched positions mission by mission, and that was my squad’s duty during this one.
Instead of charging under a hail of bullets, we stood just outside the walls and pulled outer security while another squad took care of business. It was my first deployment and one of my first exposures to a firefight; my Team Leader, Jay, came sliding in next to me. He shoved a gloved finger down a nearby alleyway and said, “Watch the fucking alley.”
He didn’t have to say anything else. He moved to the my buddy Patrick and told him what to do as well. He was to watch two nearby doors and a couple second story windows.
I moved to a position that provided sufficient cover and I watched that alley like a hawk. It was a small, dark alleyway with one doorway to a nearby courtyard on the side. It formed a “T” with a road turning off into the unknown in either direction. I didn’t know who might come swinging around either way, or might come bursting out of the doorway. My thumb itched on the safety and all of my faculties were dedicated to those few dirt walls lit green in my night vision. My whole life didn’t matter anymore — my whole life was that alleyway.
That mission would get a lot more complicated, with a civilian casualty and some serious fire from the Afghan National Army on our position — to include an RPG, mortars and grazing machine gun fire. However, I never fired my weapon that night. I kept my situational awareness and knew what was going on around me, but until Jay pulled me into the compound to reposition, I never took my eyes off that alleyway.