so here i am riding lead-gun up front. i assume i'm in lead simply because i live at the bottom of the food chain militarily, and my main purpose is to be a sacrificial ordnance magnet. i'm the first target of opportunity from an enemy filled with rage, hate and disgust for me and what i stand for, and i fully understand that's what i'm up against. i feel like a bullseye is painted on every side of my ride and predominantly displayed on every side of my helmet. i feel absolutely naked and fully exposed to my executioner.
it's dusty, dirty and i'm suffering from sphincter cramps from it being puckered up to the max all the time. my death is just an instant away for every second i'm out there. people are all over the place. hiding places abound. my fate rests with every single person that i see and especially those that i don't see. i'm moving at speed so potential combatants reveal themselves continuosly.
i have pictured in my mind what potential dangerous silhouettes to look out for. i'm entrusted with the other lives in my ride. i am their protector. i will protect my brothers-in-arms. they would do the same for me.
therefore, i will do my utmost best to eliminate my enemy before he does the same to me.
i know that if i don't shoot first, i'll probably get killed, along with those who entrusted their lives to me. i also know my enemy has an extreme advantage... he can hide, i cannot.
i know my enemy will take every advantage of the non-combatants in the area and use them as either shields or confusers. i also know many of them are posers who are assisting the triggers that would do me in.
then, in the distance i see a silhouette that i'm trained to instinctively react to. he's facing directly at me and pointing something at me that is on his shoulder. previously, i am told that the rpg is the most favored weapon to use against lead vehicles to cripple me and block the vehicles behind me and make them sitting ducks. therefore, the whole convoy's fate rests on my shoulders.
i have a split second to decide wether he lives or me and my buds do.
guess what?