06-11-2011
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Steadily, the soldiers made their way through the mountainous terrain. About halfway through the return to the FOB, the sun started to creep out. It had been a fairly short night, but something felt like the morning would become an eternity.
Stotl: Stay icy, we might be walking right into an ambush.
As if on cue, bullets snapped through the air, making a sound like rubber bands hitting plastic.
Stotl: Take cover!
Most of the shots missed, but Stotl felt a few of the rounds hitting his armor. They felt like gentle pushes and were barely noticable, but they gave enough touch to tell where the bullets were coming from.
He stood up just long enough to unpin and toss a nade in the general direction of the gunfire. As soon as the grenade left his hand, he hit the deck and crawled behind a solid piece of cover.
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