Word: checkpointed
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...halfway out of the track's back door yells at his master gunner, Sergeant Robert Jones, "You need to call HQ right now and tell them we have 10 men, 200 meters to the north, with AKs and RPGs." Jones jumps on the radio. "Break, break, this is Checkpoint Zero, Zero, Two, Two. We have possible contact with enemy soldiers. We are checking it out and moving into position now." The reply is instant. "Zero, Zero, Two, Two, this is Battle Five. If you have positive IDs, do not wait for them to fire. Destroy them...
...says Carnahan. The squads hold their positions as the bradleys scan the area with thermal imagers. Nothing. Carnahan then gets a call from brigade. "We have a new mission," he announces to his men. "We're pulling out and moving back east to another checkpoint." Pause. "Dammit. Pull back again...
...threat to allied forces by fighters--even single fighters--loyal to Saddam was illustrated last Saturday morning when an Iraqi suicide bomber killed four G.I.s at a checkpoint north of the central Iraqi city of Najaf. A senior intelligence official told TIME that the U.S. believes its forces are also under threat from Mujahidin-e Khalq, a militant Iranian group that operates in southern Iraq opposed to the government in Tehran. "That will be an important thing to watch," says the official. "They've been generously supplied and supported by the [Iraqi] regime...
...sitting on a small hill some distance from the remaining group, airing my feet and trying to do something about a faint but disturbing odor that had infiltrated my boots after a night spent sleeping in the mud a couple of weeks ago. A pickup drew up at the checkpoint and an official climbed up towards me to pray. When he was finished he came over and we shook hands - the Kurds are remarkably polite people...
...Kurdish official indicated that I should meet him around the bend in the road, out of sight of the checkpoint. He drove around, picked me up and we barreled down the rutted road. The vigor with which he charged deep potholes make me fear for my neck and his axle, but the driving lasted only a short time. The Iraqis, apparently unimpressed by the U.S. bombing raids, opened up once again with mortars. My guide and I took cover behind and earthen bank. "Very good air strikes," he said with what I took to be irony...