Oliver at El33tonline writes:
"There was no way of knowing the kinds of chaos that would rock the world that day. There was no way I could have predicted how much trouble I was about to get myself into. It all started with a search and rescue mission in Iraq – dangerous, but nothing our squad couldn’t handle. Rushing through the sun-bleached streets and shadowy alleyways we approached our target… and then it happened: Chaffin was struck down by sniper fire.
As I dragged his limp body out of further danger, a firefight erupted right there in the parking lot and countless rounds of ammunition ripped through metal, brick and mortar to find their targets. My mind was still on Chaffin – would he make it? – the enemy was obscured by dust kicked up by grenades, and explosions rattled my vision. For a split-second, I panicked and stood stymied, not knowing what to make of the confusion. That was my first mistake. That was the first time I died.
Seconds later, I came back to that parking lot and caused a little chaos of my own."