"Priority, priority, priority," crackles from the radio. I am standing by the Blackhawk. I run towards my room, grab my cameras and head to the operations office to find out the details of the mission. Maps hang on the wall, soldiers write down information and the crews on duty stand by.
In a few minutes we are at the aircraft, a few minutes later we are flying. Dirt, dust, fog covers the green, winding rivers, sun on the water, mounds of land, dark spots like burns. And we land, pick up the patient, fly to Balad, drop off patient, fly back to Normandy.
Maybe I'm not a mission killer after all.
Photo By: Mike Barber
all those oregon national guard troops, risking their lives, being exposed to toxins that will damage their genes and brains...all for nothing.
ReplyDeletewhy did so many people think that if there was a nigger in the cracker house, things would be different?
keep up the good work writing about the dupes in iraq!!!
Sad and ugly comments like the one posted here aside, we're so proud of you and what you're doing. Keep writing of the real stories of real people, real experience. Those are so powerful.
ReplyDeleteWe're thinking of you and the guys you're writing about. Keep it coming.
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