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This is Jocko podcast number 523 with Echo Charles and me, Jocko Willink. Good evening, Echo.
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Good evening.
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My gear was fastened tighter than normal. I had 12 mags on me, loaded to full capacity. My rifle was well cleaned and lubed. I had two grenades strapped to my chest, my tops fixed, blade fighting knife under my left arm, four tourniquets at different grabbable locations across my torso, three smoke grenades, two flares, an extra saw drum, a metal detector and plenty of water in my day pack a alongside my plate carrier and other typical gear. We loaded two MRAPs and departed PB Alcatraz in full expectation of a fight. As we drove, I quietly recited Psalm 27:13 and asked God for strength. The truck stopped at the 605 North. I opened the back hatch of the MRAP and dismounted. This was our first foot patrol into enemy territory and I was the first out. As point man. I made my way 400 meters south on the 611 with the rest of the second squad behind me patrolling in Ranger file formation. My rifle was at the ready and I surveyed the road closely for disturbed earth command wires trailing off into the Green zone and other IED indicators. My head was on a swivel, going from ground to buildings to rooftops to tree lines and back to the Marines behind me. My attitude and posture were brazen, my jaw was clenched, my chest puffed out and my face as scowled as I could make it. There were two voices in my head. The first was that recon sniper act like a bunch of bulls and they'll fear you. I embodied that. The second was my dad. Dish it out with no reservations and all the fury you can muster. I was ready to scrap. Rifle grenades, fixed blade, bare hands or rocks on the ground. I was weaponized and in the zone. Team 1 began pushing across the field toward Building 61, which is 100 meters in front of us. They moved slow, carefully surveying the fresh ground they were on as they traversed across a lush green poppy field. Before they made it 20 meters across, M, who was with us, and team two picked up Taliban ICOM chatter and called out, they're about to hit us. This wasn't good. Team One was in a wide open field. At our 12 o', clock, Lieutenant Huff radioed to Sergeant Ashley that we were about to get hit. And then, almost immediately, the enemy started in on us from multiple positions. As the sound of machine gun bursts and incoming rounds enveloped us, everyone hit the deck. Despite all my training and mental posturing, the moment those rounds rattled off I froze in a brief state of shock and everything hit slow motion. So that right there is an excerpt from a book called U. S. Marines at the battle for Sangin, and it's written by Landon Long Grier, a marine who served in that battle, a battle that saw incredibly intense fighting, vicious IEDs, severe casualties, in fact, the highest rate of casualties in the war in Afghanistan. And it is an honor to have Landon here with us tonight to share his experiences and lessons learned. Landon, thanks for joining us, man.
