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Amazon Music Stream millions of songs. When troops on the ground needed help, any fighter available was supposed to be there—fast. Toggling it off, I quickly typed in a new minimum fuel number. A much lower number. It was also a cardinal sin. The Second Gulf War was in its fifth day, and a unit of the 3rd Battalion, 2nd Marines had gotten cut off north of Nasiriyah in southern Iraq. It was literally life or death.

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An FCJ takes off for a mission during a sand storm. A similar storm posed grave risks for Hampton. Matthew Hannen. Operating under call sign Roman 75, my four-ship a flight of four fighters had been immediately rerolled to try to save the Marines. Unfortunately, the biggest sandstorm in recent history was headed this way, and two other flights of fighters had been unable to get down through the stuff and find the grunts.

The crackling radio erupted with the unmistakable popping of automatic weapons in the background. I swallowed, hard.

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I knew what he was asking. Where the hell are you? Southern Iraq is ugly. No two ways about it. As I stared out over the vast Mesopotamian plain, I wondered, not for the first time, why we never seemed to go to war in pretty places.

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Lichtenstein or Ireland maybe. Today it was just a tan mess. The jagged blue-green scar of the Euphrates River was muted, like someone had thrown a sheer brown cloth over it. Usually the earth east of the river, toward the Iranian border, looked green and relatively fertile. Now it was blanketed in shades of mud. The horizon worried me, since it had disappeared into a dirty-brown wall boiling up from the southwest, covering Iraq in an ominous haze.

Farther west, the sky had turned a dull black from the ground up to 50, feet. The sun was a faded orange smear, barely visible through the curtain of sand. I glanced around the cockpit again. Adjusting a setting here, rechecking one there. Along the right console, way in the back, I had a canvas bag about the size of a shoebox.

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Once they were loaded, I used the bag for my water bottle, extra piddle packs and some food. I unzipped it so, hours later, I could get inside with one hand.

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I always looked forward to snack time. Sort of a reward for surviving. My fighter dropped through 7, feet, and I stole one more look at the ominous sky around me. The sandstorm was almost here.


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The front edge of it had rolled up from the southwest, covering everything in a tan haze. There was no need for both of us to be down here. If I could see the ground, it would be different, but the dust made an immediate attack impossible. A group of Marines under fire at Nasiriyah calls for air support. I keyed the mike and spoke clearly and unemotionally. I hoped a calm, confident voice would do them good, even if I hardly felt that way myself.

Fighter pilots are great actors.