Brown-outs and white-outs SOFREP
By Luke Ryan 12.25.2017
Imagine yourself in the middle of nowhere in Afghanistan. Maybe the sun is high in the sky, blasting relentlessly at the heavily armed soldiers below, or maybe the moon is high, gently illuminating the shivering bodies across the Afghan, semi-arid desert. It’s been a long mission, and the dirt below your tired feet is tilled up farmland — not only is the dirt loose, but it’s been specifically tilled by farmers to get even looser. Rocks and other debris litter the surrounding areas, hungry to become projectiles when the helicopter arrives.
The sound of incoming helicopters is one intimately tied to a feeling of relief, but you also have to keep your wits about you. Nothing signals your position more than a giant metal box screaming into an otherwise quiet patch of land, kicking up any and all terrain around it. Not only do you have to keep an eye on your surroundings, but you have to do so when the dirt starts to fly.
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