The radio still pressed to my ear, I peered into the machine gun's television monitor. LTC Kurilla was standing about two feet away from me, holding his rifle and scanning from the Vehicle Commander's position, when he gave the driver directions over the intercom.
"Head down past that garage where we got the VBIED yesterday."
"Roger."
As we passed the garage, five terrorists happened to be standing there. The Strykers are large, but quiet, and we managed to surprise the enemy.
Kurilla yelled into the intercom: "There's four suspicious cats, block left!" [Turn left]
"Stop!" Kurilla yelled at the men who had started to scatter. I could see one of them on the screen, pulling out a pistol just as he started running . . . bam! bam! bam! bam! bam! "Shoot him Munch, he's running for the trailer!" Kurilla commanded, but Munch did not have time to shoot. I saw dust splash, as Kurilla kept firing his rifle at the man, who disappeared between some parked trucks.
The terrorists were all captured, and the injured terrorist was treated for his injuries in a military hospital. They will not be able to kill anyone else.
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