This is Jockel Podcast number 340 with Carrie Helden and me, Jockel Willink. Good evening, Carrie. Good evening.

That's when the explosion rocks me. It's so big that at first I thought our vehicle had been hit.

My vision goes completely white and there's a ringing in my ears, a gentle wine as my brain reigns, reignites and starts working again.

Sort of. It is the same feeling I had in the old days when Chuck Ladell used to hit me.

Sure, I'm conscious, but I'm not quite right. My brain doesn't feel like it's processing at full speed.

My vision slowly returns and white flecks of light frolic through my eyes as my situation comes back to me in a jolt.

I realize we're okay, but immediately know we're totally fucked.

The vehicle in front of me hit my roof. I don't know if it hit a pressure plate or what, but a two and a half ton armored vehicle just did a backflip 20 meters in the air is completely shredded and missing everything from the front wheel forward and is now sitting on top of my vehicle.

Bullets from machine gunness high above us start to hit the ground around us.

I can hear rounds pinging off our vehicle. The RPG nests come seconds later, but luckily the asshole shooting them at me suck and they fly over our vehicle.

I can now see that the firing positions have been built up. These aren't hastily made. These fuckers planned on killing us right here.

I need to move. The whole fight is right here in the front. The guys in the back are so far away that all they can do is listen to the gunfire.

The pass is so narrow that you can barely fit two vehicles in the gap while they are able to hit us from every conceivable position and angle.

There is no way to reinforce us.

Wisely, like the grizzled combat veteran he is, the ODA Sergeant Major starts pushing all the units to the high ground to take the fight to them and get the guys out of the line of fire.

That is great in all, but it doesn't do jack shit for me. The lead three vehicles, one completely blown up, are stranded with nowhere to go while death reigns down around us.

I fucking know I'm about to die. I'm not going to see my wife again. I am not going to see my kids again.

I don't want it to end like this.

That right there is an excerpt from a book called Scars and Stripes, which is written by Greenbere Special Forces Sniper UFC fighter and all around incredible human Tim Kennedy.

It's an honor to have Tim with us here again. I think about five years after the first time, maybe even almost six times.

Six years after the first time we did this, the first one was episode 21.

He's here to talk about his book, his lessons learned and his experiences. Tim, welcome back, man.

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