Somewhere in Iraq a middle aged male connected the wires of his Soviet-era rocket to a car battery. Whether or not he understood the under lying scientific ideas behind his weapon was irrelevant, he was practiced in this task. With glee, no doubt, he depressed the trigger and sent the anti-personnel rocket arching into the midafternoon sky and stared at the smoky trail as his daily work arced towards the Invaders.
Meanwhile, I was taking a break from battle tracking a combat patrol and was striving to put a fresh coat of “done” on A Clash of Kings. From nowhere there was terrible crash, the scrape of metal on metal, followed a nanosecond later by the crump of an explosion as the rocket ricocheted off the sheet metal roof of my building and slammed into a nearby office before detonating. The blast wave peppering the walls with shrapnel and knocked the wall hangings and maps off the walls in a cascade of shattering glass.
Some people credited God for surviving unharmed and some people donned their armor or hid in bunkers fearing another round of rockets. I credited the lack of knowledge of our yet unnamed attacker; basic projectile motion doomed his rocket from the start, the shallow flight path may have given the insurgent the range he needed but, it deprived him of the angle necessary to punch through the roof and kill me. Survival in war comes down to statistics, know how risky your current position is and do your best to mitigate those risks for that is all you can really control. Our attacker didn’t count on the risk of watching his handiwork, enabling us to give him a nice new home in Iraqi prison.
Both sides called on God today, yet like always I failed to see he/she/it’s hand in my most recent brush with death.
So I merely looked up from my book towards Captain Moustache who simply stated, “Close.”
To which I replied, “but no cigar,” before going back to reading.
Back home such an event would be the defining moment of someone’s life, here it was Monday.
And that, ladies and gentlemen is Iraq today.
On a related note, I found a Wifi Hotspot that the local Iraqi Army has set up, so posting may resume. Plus I get to smoke Hookah while I’m doing it too.