So
one of my Brothers was serving in Iraq. He was on foot and alone most
of the time as he was somewhat of a spy searching for terrorist bases
and information. He get’s some news over his radio system that two
soldiers are taking heavy fire locally, they are trapped in and he is
the closest to them. He get’s to the location to find a army 4x4 pretty
much trapped and a panicking Sergeant (higher up of some kind) and a
basic infantry soldier. These two guys are in a pretty bad spot and the
officer in command is totally useless and it’s clearly rubbed off on the
soldier following his commands. It’s hard to think about now without
laughing or not taking the situation seriously, especially considering
it’s hard to write down something only one could experience and feel,
but this was a life or death situation that my brother found himself
caught up in. At this point my brother decides to take charge of the
situation, he does some things that I don’t want to go into on this
forum and then he gets both of his colleagues into the 4x4. At this
point they are boxed in, both the men are in a state of shock and are
screaming such things as we are going to die, we are trapped in. Bare in
mind this isn’t in a desert or on flat land, it’s in a bombed up town,
gravel, boulders and general shit blocking the roads. At the point of
the sergeant crying and screaming, my brother grabs the sergeant by the
throat and screams - You know I’m born to lose, and gambling’s for fools. But that’s the way I like it baby. I don’t wanna live forever.
He then puts his foot down, drives through a wall, boulders, dust, gun
fire and everything else the shit hole of Iraq had to offer at that
point. So a boost of adrenaline combined with Lemmy got him and two
others out alive. Don’t underestimate the power of Rock n Roll.
RIP Lemmy
RIP Lemmy
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