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Finally it was dark, and we started the arduous trek up through the village to the main road, where we would take a breather before continuing the climb up the mountain to the firebase. As soon as we got to the road we started the usual two-men-at-a-time sprint through exposed terrain to the humvee that was supposed to be waiting just around the corner, a kind of mobile hesco. Just as I turned the corner the night was ripped open with muzzle flashes. We had been ambushed...
...humvee wasn't parked where it was supposed to be. Instead it idled another 75 meters down the road. The confusion and the rocks in the road got to me. I stumbled, and fell hard against the mountainside. For a brief moment I thought it made more sense to curl up like an armadillo under the protection of my armor and wait it out. But the soldier behind me was screaming at me to run. I did. I don't really remember the next 75 meters; only throwing myself at the pile of soldiers huddled between the humvee...
...though, we were back on the move. One of the soldiers, Private first class Matthew Fowler, 24, had ripped open his knee on a rock while sprinting from the humvee to the outpost and he needed medical attention unavailable at Restrepo. We climbed back down the hill to the road that just a few hours before had been filled with terror, to meet the humvees that would take us to the main Korengal Outpost. Fowler kept reaching for the gun he had left back at Restrepo. It was his security blanket he said, and he felt vulnerable without...
...reek of unwashed toilets spilled into the street in the neighborhood of unpainted cinder block houses. Out on the main road, hundreds of residents banged plastic buckets and blocked the path of irate drivers while children scoured the surrounding area for government trucks. Finally, the impatient crowd launched into a high-pitched chant, repeating one word at fever pitch: "Water, Water, Water...
...mind-numbing, which is more than can be said for the likes of “Liquid In, Liquid Out” and the title track, the latter of which boasts a pretty irritating wordless-cheering section in lieu of a chorus.So the Thermals find themselves on the long road through self-parody. It’s difficult, at first, to listen to a band squander the potential of a record like “Machine” on such a middling follow-up. But then again maybe, in appropriately punk fashion, they only had one great record in them...