After my interview with Major “Ranger dude” I was told to report to the camp “taxi” the next morning for a ride to the other camp. They wanted me to talk to some other folks.
The “taxi” was the new Stryker armored vehicle. Now, for those of you who know me, I used to be a track commander in an M113 Armored Personal Carrier –many years ago.
A Stryker is nothing like an M113…a Stryker is like riding in a nice car, with no windows. But, they do have a TV screen inside so you can see what’s in front.
I jumped in this beast and they left the camp going what seemed like 100 miles an hour, but I’m sure it wasn’t that fast in retrospect…but it seemed fast.
We got to the other camp and I got out…figured out where I needed to go, and got there.
I found the big wigs I was supposed to meet and they told me more about Telafar. It seemed they needed a team like mine there…but to work totally independent from the command. As a matter of fact, they wrote up orders that made me totally in charge and clearly stated that nobody there could direct me what to do. I had no idea what kind of crap that was going to stir up.
I had chow at the “other” camp, then boarded a Stryker taxi the next day for a ride back to the other camp.
(Oh, P, how many guns can you pick out?)
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