Private Military Contractor International April 2014 | Page 24

we were now well and truly illuminated by
a wall of flame to our front that lit us up like
a Christmas tree, and flickered out to about
100 feet. It totally ruined my night vision, and I
couldn’t make out anything beyond the glow of
the fire. We were sitting ducks.

Aftermath
As our leading Reva turned in an attempt
to cover us; over the radio we could hear
the ‘hard cars’ being given their orders to
proceed and take the convoy to safety. Del
was hanging out of the turret in the front of
our Reva, shouting to the Indian driver in the
civilian truck to accelerate and go to the left

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