Cody Jones, Taliban and Lieutenant Interpreter discussed on This is War

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We went out a little town near cult byu, bad as small little village, and we get their report, the trucks about a thousand meters back and the whole time we're patrolling were sitting there any Alabama, ask him what kind of tell Ben era actions they have? Oh, no, no, no telephone, no Taliban. Okay. Fool people lying to something else going on because you just have this filling the whole time. These people aren't telling us the truth, a bunch of fucking liar or something else is going on. By this time, the marines had been walking around for a while. Circling the village and checking in with home after home and with each check, things got a little more tense, but sometimes it was just attention that they felt and it was attention without consequence when you standing outside of someone's home with guns, even though you don't mean them any harm. Sometimes fear comes from a perceived threat. And sometimes it comes from a legitimate one. And the only way to find out is the hard way. Oh, you get to last house and we're about a hundred and fifty yards away from our trucks. And the guy comes out and brings out CHAI tea and crackers and stuff. And he's sitting there talking to Lieutenant interpreter and we're doing a sort security Holt making sure no one's facing that. Do anything will the instant the Afghani gets done talking and they don't during their psyche and everything. And he starts walking into this house. We instantly sort taking fire and within the first couple rounds that were shot towards us an us, one of one of the marines Hurma he ended up getting shot. So as that's going on, we're returning fire Miller's, providing the first aid to her, get the bleeding, stop and put pressure bandaids on him and my LT's trying to get on the radio to get a hold of the truck so that we get them to flock us while we could get. Hermilo d- up and then get out of there and get a medic. We'll we're still having rounds ways passer head the whole time and my Lieutenant, he goes Jones. I can't get hold of strokes. You're gonna have to make a run and go fight the trucks down. Sir. So I stand up. I start running the hundred yards towards the trucks. The whole time rounds are just bouncing down by my feet, and I finally get into the tension of the trucks. They sort moving to go block in front of getting front of everyone so we can get loaded up, get up and then do this medivac. And once I finally, I'm out in the middle of the open desert on shit. I ain't got no Kover. No concealment. I got no place to hide. Fuck it. I got a flak jacket on with sappy plates designed for reasons. So I just took it knee and face, right at the guy's shooting shooting back while I was waiting for the trust in front of me to get away. So we can met that Kerma. It takes a faith surpasses trust to give into your training when you're learning how to be marine when you're being broken down and remade for that purpose. You see it in generalities. Maybe you'll be asked to take some vague future risk or make an indeterminate. Sacrifice for your fellow marines without specific those distant promises are easy to make when you make them, they're not really connected to practical things. It is only when you have to deliver upon them that you find out whether you can keep that promise that you made. There's no more conic seen in American military lower than ignoring enemy fire under command and sprinting out of cover. We can picture the rounds kicking up dirt Cody Jones's feet because we've seen it so many times on film, but this is real and even to hear him tell it, it is difficult to transport ourselves to a place where we having run out into the open and felt enemy rounds in the air around us, give into our training turn Neil and returned fire with the full faith that following our training and trusting our equipment is the surest way to survive. It took about thirty five forty minutes. But during that whole twenty minute or so firefight, if felt like we were there for four or five hours. In time just slows down and it feels like one second feels like ten minutes as the trucks rolled past any new we'd be safe. Cody's act of faith had been justified, but of course it had to be no matter what way things turned out. The only way you can even begin to get through situations like this is to cling to the shirty that training repetition, and an honest and open commitment to duty is the only way through in the end, whether you make it or not is secondary to the principle of behaving honorably setting an example and surrendering to your training as the last truck passed and slowed. So Kotecha jump on. It still hadn't registered that he'd survived. His first firefight only a few weeks into a tour during which he would see many and have more to overcome than just taking fire. Your

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