The military-grade gunfire had not stopped; the Enemy was pouring rounds onto the vehicle, and I knew the damaged windows would not hold out much longer. And then I saw and heard someone yell "Bring that goddamn rocket launcher over here! And throw grenades onto the top of that damn car!"
Oh s**t, I thought. The underbelly of the car didn't have as much protection as the sides. Grenades over the gas tank would likely puncture it, and a rocket launcher that could destroy a tank would make lightwork of this vehicle.
I called into my handheld radio one more time, not knowing if anyone was even hearing it. With an eerie calmness, somehow feeling no terror but a strange euphoria, I thought of Laura and all my children, resolved to make them my last thoughts on this earth...
The eerie euphori
