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...Studying Ash Shinariya from his hatch, Mitchell, a wiry 34 year-old, turned to his crew-blonde Texan Sergeant Robert Jones and care free Californian Private First Class Jonah Bishop-and cracking a wide grin he uttered into his mic, "lees go een start a feet." (Translation from Mississippi's best Braveheart imitation: Lets go start a fight.) The recon mission was to test Iraqi defenses around Ash Shinariya. But in spite of the Braveheart bravado nothing came of it. At 9:59am Mitchell ordered the small squad to turn about face. Three minutes later, just after the lead Abrams...
...high-tech tracking was valuable, but a recon mission would provide critical intelligence for Charlie Rock. First Sergeant William Mitchell headed out with in M-113 track along with a squad of three tanks and a scout humvee. The order was fire only if fired upon. And yet somehow, soon enough, those high-tech thermal images would become a flesh and blood enemy in a heavy exchange of fire...
...Sergeant First Class Barry Rather -"Barbarian Four"- was in a tank thirty meters away from Mitchell. "We got white trucks. There's a bunch of people in them. They've moved to the right and moved behind that building about half a click away at two o'clock...
...Melendez gave the tanks permission to fire. The lead tank, "Barbarian 2," acknowledged - that tank is headed by Sergeant Al Wallace, 28, who back in Kuwait decorated his 120 mm barrel with the moniker "Baghdad beware". At 10:29 am just as a figure appeared on the roof of the distant bungalow, Barbarian 2's barrel exploded like a bomb. A cloud of dust enveloped the tank as 60 tons of Abrams recoiled across the road. A second passed then the impact. The bungalow disappeared in dust. "Rock Six, we no longer have a sniper problem," said Mitchell. He would...
Charlie Rock Company's patch of desert has been quiet for 24 hours when First Sergeant William Mitchell hears something on the radio. His face stiffens with the information. He leans out of the wind into his half-track, wincing at the sandstorm whipping around his face from the rear. He grabs his M-4 assault rifle and 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...