When folks ask if I was scared when I was in Iraq, I assume they probably mean was I afraid of getting hurt or scared of dying. I usually tell them yes, but I let them make their own assumptions about what I mean.
I only had two brief 60 second instances over 16 months where I thought, holy shit I might die in the next five seconds. For me, danger in Iraq was usually over before I knew that I should be scared.
But I still felt fear in Iraq. Not fear for myself, but fear of this. Fair warning-either have a kleenex at the ready or some excuse about having something in your eyes.
Tip of the hat to Blackfive
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That I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States and the State of Minnesota against all enemies, foreign and domestic. The ravings of an infantryman far and long from the home he left, but trying to find his place in this world.
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