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...recruiter said she would travel. Now, 20 months after enlistment, Private First Class Jessica Lynch steered her diesel truck across a landscape of grating sand and sucking mud, hauling 400 gallons of water in the rough direction of Baghdad on a mission that just felt bad. Back home, boys with tears in their eyes had offered to marry her, to build her a brand-new house, anything, to get her to stay forever in the high, green lonesome. She told them no, told them she was going to see the world...
...convoy waddled across the sand, the world she saw was flat, dull and yellow-brown, except where the water had turned the dust to reddish paste. The big trucks had been breaking down since they left the base in Kuwait, giving in to the grit that ate at the moving parts or bogging down in the mud and sand. Her convoy followed the route that had already been rutted or churned up by the columns ahead, and every time a five-ton truck hit a soft place and bottomed out, the 33 vehicles in Jessica's convoy dropped farther behind...
Jessica began to wonder, If her truck broke down, would anyone even notice her at the side of the road? There was a lot to be afraid of here. But that was what she was most afraid of, whether it was reasonable or not. She was afraid of being left behind. "I hoped that someone would see me, that someone would pick me up," she said. "But you didn't know it. You didn't know...
Three days into their mission, the transfer case in her five-ton truck "just busted"--and she and her sergeant were stranded. For a few bleak heartbeats, it looked as if her little girl's fear was real. Then a humvee swerved off the road, and the driver beckoned to her. "Get in." It was Private First Class Lori Ann Piestewa, her best friend. The sergeant hopped in another truck, and they rolled on. A Hopi from Arizona who had been Jessica's roommate at Fort Bliss, Texas, Lori was recovering from an injured shoulder and had been given...
...turned the convoy around. But a company that had had no luck at all so far did not have any now. As the big machines made their slow U-turn, one of the trucks ran out of gas. The convoy stopped, and Jessi, Lori and others piled out of the humvees and trucks and formed a guard around the truck as another soldier poured gas into...