Abu Hudhayfah
I marveled at Sharhabil’s skill during the first battle he engaged in as a member of our base. I had never seen anything like it. By God he destroyed machinery like a professional hunter shooting down prey, turning it into black scum the way lightning turns Afghan spider trees into charred, black sticks. He hunkered down behind a boulder shaded by a tree, around 200 meters from our position. There he was able to take cover from the gunfire that was being fired from their tanks and was coming close to us. Then he fired his first rocket, destroying one of their tanks, which went up in smoke. It gave us a target to fire at with our machine guns from numerous positions, making us seem like an entire battalion of mujahideen. Then one of our mujahideen brothers by the name of Anas
