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Sunday, May 25. 2008
Being Memorial Day (tomorrow), the following story, written by my Son, Brad, tells about a scrape he got into in Iraq.Â Our troops are going through things like this daily and we should all take time to thank the Lord for them and the great job they are doing!
Right Time, Wrong Place
By MSgt Brad Bryan
In April of 2004, along with my unit, the 1-7 CAV, I had been in Baghdad, Iraq for about a month. As the Squadron tank master gunner I had several responsibilities. One of these was to assist our unitâ€™s Civil Affairs team with their missions in our Area of Operations (AO).
On 28 April 2005, just after lunch, everyone involved in this afternoonâ€™s patrol met at our HUMVEEs for an Operations Order. The senior officer, a Major, briefed us on the afternoonâ€™s mission. His briefing included the locations we were going to visit, primary and alternate routes, actions on contact, and order of march for the vehicles. We were going to check on several civil projects going on in our area, the last one being a meeting with the contractor who was refurbishing an old Republican Guard headquarters building near Baghdad International Airport (BIAP). The building was being remodeled into a state of the art medical clinic for the citizens of the Al-Furat neighborhood.
L to R: Sergeants Rodriguez, Bryan and Presley in front of the AL-Furat clinic.
Before arriving at the clinic we had checked on all of the locations
It only took about 2 minutes for us
before we reached their position we started hearing small arms fire and
then all the Iraqis opened up in our direction with their AKâ€™s. The
sound of small arms fire was augmented by the sound of rounds splatting
on to our vehicles!
We proceeded to speed our Humvees, about 65 mph,
Posted by Jon Bryan in Ancestry at 08:05 | Comments (2) | Trackbacks (0)
Wednesday, July 4. 2007
By MSgt. Brad Bryan
As a Trooper in the 1st Squadron, 7th U.S. Cavalry during Operation Iraqui Freedom II (Mar 04- Mar 05), my unit was responsible for the southwest side of Baghdad, mostly crowded, urban terrain, south and west of Route Irish. Route Irish is the highway that runs from Baghdad International Airport (BIAP) to the Green Zone
I took this picture from one of the guard towers at Foward Operatring Base (FOB) Falcon one morning when I was pulling sniper duty. It is over looking Route Irish. The Tank is an M1A2 from C, 1-7 CAV and I had been a Platoon Sergeant in this Troop. It was just leaving the FOB to start an 8 hour patrol (he is heading north).
Sgt. Bryan getting into his HUMVEE.
On the afternoon of 4 November 2004, at approx. 13:00 hours our Civil Affairs Officer In Charge, using the hood of his HUMVEE, briefed everyone participating in that dayâ€™s mission. Our mission was to meet with the head master of a local school to discuss the rebuilding of his facility. Once the Operations Order was completed, we mounted up in our vehicles and made our way to FOB Falcon's exit gate for that day. After all the vehicles in our patrol were out of the gate, we conducted a â€œshort haltâ€ and locked and loaded all of our weapons. As we were rolling towards Route Irish I bowed my head on my rifle and said a prayer for our patrol. A prayer was something I did before every patrol!
A 1/7 Cav. trooper holds one of the RPGs picked up after the action.
The two RPGs were fired at us from an alley on the other side of the canal and missed their targets and we were now being engaged with small arms fire, rounds hitting all around us. I took cover behind the right front tire of my HUMVEE and began to search for targets. Another soldier using the hood for cover, was searching for targets as well, and during this whole time, the rest of our patrol was returning fire with every weapon we had. I hollered to the soldier next to me, â€œWhere are the bastards?â€ He replied, â€œI canâ€™t identify any targets Sargeâ€. So we continued to observe our sector of fire.
Looking north through the main gate at Camp Slayer. The school where the ambush occurred is in the right center of the picture. The canal is north of the school
The whole fire fight lasted only about a minute. It seemed as though time slowed down and everything was quiet. Kindaâ€™ like when you are playing in a football game and canâ€™t hear the crowd. It turned out that our HUMVEE was positioned in a spot where we could not identify any targets to engage because of the thick reeds growing in the canal between our position and the insurgents. Our first rule when firing our weapons in a fight is to positively identify each target prior to engaging. Since we could not identify any targets in our sector we did not fire any rounds.
Posted by Jon Bryan in Ancestry at 08:02 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
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