RPG......

M13a77

Shared on Sat, 09/13/2008 - 03:36

That is what I yelled when I saw it coming.

 

 

I was sitting in the right front side seat of a HMMWV (Highly Mobile Multi Wheeled Vehicle) in Fallujah Iraq.  ( my daughter was 6 days old.  I didn't even know she was born at this point). We had just stopped to drop off the Liason (a CPT in the Army who is set to assist the New Gov). he stepped out of the truck and ran into he building.  I was siting in the truck getting ready to roll out when I glanced off to my right and saw a flash.

 

BOOM

 

This is the point when EVERYTHING stopped.

Time stopped. I felt the air change, I felt the heat from the rocket. It hit the hood of the truck I was riding in. I saw that fucking thing come from the alley and twist itself into arming. I watched it bounce across the hood and  leave a burn mark across the top and skipped across the street. Have any of you ever seen something so dramatic that it causes time to stop? It hit the building where the Captain had just ran into. It blew up and killed some guys inside. I still don't know why it did not detonate on my truck. I have never been able to figure out why it was not my turn to go. why those guys inside the building and not me? 

why did that fucking RPG not detonate on my truck? I am not asking to get killed in battle, but what the fuck makes me different from others? Why the fuck did that RPG not arm? Why did it not blow up when it hit my truck? What made it skip across the hood and and blow in the building and kill those guys inside?

 

We drove out and I fired a few shots down the alley. Did I kill the son of a bitch who shot at me? I hope fucking so. I hope he rots in the goddamn hell he deserves.

 

 

I love this website. I love playing combat games with all of you but I hope that you NEVER have to experience this shit. I love what I do for a living. Dont get me wrong but COD4 is not combat.

 

 

That is all.

 

Batt

Comments

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Submitted by CrypticCat on Sat, 09/13/2008 - 04:00
This happened when I was just elevated to sergeant while serving in the Unifill early eighties, the Lebanon. (It proved to be the first UN-mission I went on in a string of many) We were running a basic patrol, and we ran into syrian forces who totally ignored our blue helmets. UN-forces had only just landed and were struggling to get a meaningful presence in the region. We were pinned down in an instant, and as Command was feeling it's way into the situation, they had made the ungodly decision that the patrols, to confirm their peacekeeping role to the natives only had tracers for ammo. We're facedown in the dirt, our transport is being transformed into swiss-cheese and I grow to be very annoyed with it all. To this day I don't know what came over me, or how I ever mustered the courage, but I rose and walked straight up to the Syrian position. They were very surprised by this and ceased fire. I yell in their faces that we're the UN, here to keep the peace. I really was beside myself. Then I turned, ordered my team back in the APC and we drove off. Later on I got a commendation, and was firmly set on the rise through the ranks. I too tend to say what you say. A video-game is no hard-combat. It doesn't even come close to reality. One very notable thing in video-game combat is the absence of mortal fear. The very realisation that you're a meaningless meatbag who's life may be over 1 second from now instills a feeling in a man that can't be described by normal words and emotions. We're not adequately equiped to do so.
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Submitted by M13a77 on Sat, 09/13/2008 - 04:09
"I too tend to say what you say. A video-game is no hard-combat. It doesn't even come close to reality. One very notable thing in video-game combat is the absence of mortal fear. The very realisation that you're a meaningless meatbag who's life may be over 1 second from now instills a feeling in a man that can't be described by normal words and emotions. We're not adequately equiped to do so." This is the best response to gaming I have seen. Cat-Thank you for your service and thank you for the courage it took to stand up and walk toward your enemy anf fix what could have been a huge issue. Batt
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Submitted by char on Sat, 09/13/2008 - 07:39
I feel very odd when I sit in my safe home and play games, while people like you put your life on the line so I can wash my car, play, watch tv, run to the store, water my garden, get upset over something stupid, kiss and hug my family all becasue people like you keep us safe! These words seem small and simple, and not enough, but Thank You! Thank You, Thank You!!!
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Submitted by jquack on Sat, 09/13/2008 - 09:16
My dad was army, I never take what you guys do for granted. Thank you for your service, and I sorry you have to experience such things.
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Submitted by meemoos on Sat, 09/13/2008 - 15:55
You guys are AWESOME!!! Thank-you!!
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Submitted by doorgunnerjgs on Sun, 09/14/2008 - 09:53
In answer the to technical question, it obviously hit a 1/4" too high. What hit was the side of the rocket, not the nose where the detonator would have set it off. In answer to the philosophical question, it just wasn't your time. Sounds trite but what do you expect in combat situations where others die and you don't. Sometimes I feel like a fraud as a VN vet. I was a doorgunner for 9 months in 'Nam stationed in the central highlands ('65-'66). I only got shot at twice (that we knew of). Once we only found out because we had a hole in the rotor blade. Why didn't it hit me? 'Cause it wasn't my time. I realize this doesn't help the survivor guilt that you might have, but only time can heal that. So do the most with your life that you can. And thanks for continuing the tradition of brave men and women who keep us safe.
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Submitted by mrsleestak on Mon, 09/15/2008 - 07:29
I agree with Doorgunner that it was not your time...thankfully. I think most people, whether they believe in the war or not, appreciate what you guys do and give up for your country.

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