This is Jocco Podcast number 270 with Echo Charles and me, Jocco Willink.

Good evening, Echo.

Good evening.

I'd made a mistake that was going to cost me my life.

I turned to the man beside me.

He was a Yemeni.

We called him H and he was the only passenger in the beat up local car I was driving.

The air around us was stiff with heat and tension.

The vehicle almost rocking as the press of humanity outside began to shove towards me,

pointing.

I kept my eyes down, not out of fear, but so that they didn't get a good look at them

through the dirty glass.

I knew exactly what had happened.

How they'd spotted me.

I was dressed head to toe as a local, from flip flops to a turban.

I had a dyed beard and my skinned colored.

But what I hadn't added to my disguise was my brown contact lenses.

And now my bright blue eyes were drawing the locals in to point and stare.

I knew it was only a matter of minutes before the neighborhood bad guys started slipping

out of their hiding places.

And tonight I could look forward to an orange jumpsuit.

The last thing the world would see of me was the image of a former special forces soldier

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