My last patrol

So I completed my final patrol last week, and I must say it was much less glamorous as I had hoped for. Basically I was called up last minute to go out with a group of paratroopers who were to take down a couple of bad motherfuckers and take away their weapons. Unfortunately for the troops I was with many of them were nearly called off the plane from returning home to go catch these bad dudes on what was said to be solid intelligence. They had to reissue these guys the protective plates for their body armor and ammunition.

So needless to say after driving over the rocky terrain for hours on end they were less than enthusiastic to find that the doors they busted down and the houses they turned upside down contained nothing of danger and no people of suspicion that needed to be detained. They were even less thrilled to find out that this amazing set of information that they had been acting on was over 8 months old. I think we lost some hearts and minds of the Afghan people today. I guess this was a crowning moment for this deployment for myself and my fellow soldiers on the mission. For it has not been uncommon for us to arrive somewhere 8 months too late, not finding anything. Hooah, all the way, airborne!