THE ART OF PRECISION COMBAT SHITTING ON THE MEAN STREETS OF BAGHDAD
December 28, 2022 ·Roy Matthews
It was close to 2 a.m. in Mosul in late September, and the temperature was still warm enough to be the hottest day of summer for most people back home. I stood in the Vehicle Commander hatch of my Stryker armored personnel carrier, parked at a loiter point a few blocks from the target house that the rest of the platoon was assaulting.
At that point, I had difficulty paying attention to the radio; my mind was preoccupied with the need to take a shit. It was a need I had woken up with but, due to the abrupt time-sensitive mission, a need I hadn’t been able to resolve.
I knew it had been a pretty uneventful hit: no enemy contact beyond the breach, and temporary detainment of several fighting-aged males who didn’t appear to be the target. There was chatter about the possibility of a follow-on mission to clear a few houses down the street — news I didn’t want to hear. Having a “block party” — clearing multiple houses around the area in an often futile attempt to catch an elusive bad guy — could be fun.
If you’re on the assault team.
And not stuck at the vehicle drop-off point needing to take a massive dump.
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