Personal Narrative: My Experience Of Being In Iraq

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The loud sounds of helicopters, guns going off, bullets hitting right next to me; all of the things I see, hear, and feel in my nightmares. I wake up in a cold sweat and start to panic until I take my thick liquid prescription to help me sleep. I never would’ve thought I’d be scared of being home, but it turns out being in Iraq was almost better than my own home. People think I’m some hero but they don’t see the other side of me. My friends are blind to it, the only people that can see both sides is my wife Jessica. She tries to help me when I have my moments, which is usually in the middle of the night but it’s hard for her when she has no idea what I’ve been through, the missions the are supposed stay a secret, the friends I have lost in combat, and the men I’ve killed. At the end of the day she is still there for me no matter what and I couldn’t ask for anything else.
Everyone says they have to go to work and it sucks, but for me, I get a call from my “boss” saying, “Time to go to work. Be here at 0600 for briefing”, which is code for “It’s time to kill.” So what really sucks? Other peoples work, when they get to go home to their families or mine, when I don’t even know if I’m going to see my family again.
The call I’ve been waiting to get finally happened at
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In a matter of minutes we were dropping in from the helicopter and getting to our breaching point. Of course we expected him to have guards on look out so we took them each out one by one in the early morning darkness. By the time we were making our way up the compound one of the guards in a room had noticed we were there and starting shooting at us hitting Captain Drury and just barely missing me as I ran up the final flight of stairs to the top of the compound. By the time my team and I turned the corner, Muhammed had shot at the exact same time I did, hitting me in the gut and him between the