This is Jocco podcast number 163

Vecco Charles and me jocco willing good evening. I go good evening

I am bleeding out I

Can feel my life abing away as blood seeps from my body into the Iraqi soil a

Few brown weeds splashed crimson now are crushed around me as I lay sprawled on my back in the middle

of this ambush

The weeds offer no concealment I'm in the open alone and

wounded

Sizzles of pain hit me in waves like pulses of electricity a

Bullet has torn off my left arm

After I get hit I reach over to grab my left hand

It isn't there I

Hunt around feeling only the gear on the far left side of my body

No arm

I

Try to move the fingers on my left hand, but my mind sends signals to a station that doesn't exist

Now I can't feel anything but pain

Bullets kick dirt in my face

Through my night vision goggles I see green blooms of light strobing the darkness

Muscle flashes from automatic weapons

Ten meters away and any machine gun opens fire again

It is a belt fed Russian-made crew-served weapon probably a PKM

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