This is Jocco Podcast Number 450 with Carrie Helton and me Jocco Willink. Good evening.

It was dead quiet when the Bowman radio crackled with HQ giving us a grid reference and range to the northwest. The order couldn't have been clearer.

Hostiles. Engage. It was the first we knew about it. Game on.

I was straight on the GPMG, cocked it and shattered the night silence with a short burst, fired

blind at the grid position given by HQ.

Another marine was in the sengar watching through the

Sophie and he directed my fire. Come left and you're on. There they are about eight

hostiles trying to come up behind a tractor in a field about 700 meters.

They're all going firm or in cover behind the tractor. The GPMG leapt as I let another burst go.

You're just short rammers come up a bit. Another short

burst. You're on mate. Go for it. The machine gun bucked and kicked in my hands as I

let go in a long burst.

Tracer smashed into the enemy positions around the tractor and hit the machine itself and

hit the machine itself deflecting high into the night.

Sanger's three and five knew immediately from the long burst that I was on and piled in with

everything they'd got.

The enemy were suddenly lit up as an illumination round from a 51 millimeter mortar soared

into the sky and turned night into day. Other Sangers added to the light show

firing handheld illumination flares into the night.

The noise was deafening as the fob erupted,

red tracer flashing into enemy positions.

The high-pitched rip of a mini-mee

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