Sunday, May 10, 2015

Drive….Drive….Drive



Most of the time an advisor will meet their partners at Ministry buildings which will be in or near the protected encampment called the Green Zone, but sometimes we will have to cross town or maybe take the occasional trip to the countryside.  Going “outside the wire” is done with full body armor, pistol loaded, charged and in up-armored Suburban SUVs.  
We were taught the fine art of abandoning our stranded vehicle when bag-guys are shooting at us and how to drive out of a jam with a well intoned Drive-Drive-Drive!!! by your team leader.  In the Suburban, everyone has a job; a driver who should focus on the road and staying on it, but is usually yammering away believing he is in charge, a Team Leader in the passenger seat in charge of the mission, radio and reminding everyone else to observe their sectors and making the hard calls on when to bail out, but who spends most of their time jamming up the airwaves with a hot-mike and arguing with the driver.  Finally, the rear passengers (which should always include your interpreter otherwise why bother with a mission).  You’d be surprised how often we trainees got buttoned up, belted in, yet had no clue where we were going. 
Your armored Suburban is your safe haven, only to be abandoned in the direst circumstances.  Doors locked and windows up at all times.  “Don’t break the seal” is drilled into us.  Bad things happen out there they told us, but if you do get in a wreck with a local, just give them a genuine U.S. “I Pay You” card.  Just how that is done when buttoned up was not explained, but I digress.
 It was a bit unnerving in one training scenario when armed bad-guys set up a roadblock in the middle of our eerily realistic market place, yelling, pounding at the Suburban, and shooting in the air when the door to our cocoon suddenly unlocked and bad guys are trying to yank me out.  Passengers were either yelling, or frozen with panic.  Some pleaded with the driver to fire up and drive away, no doubt running down the civilians all about us, while others thought about un-holstering their firearm until our Afghan Army saviors rescued us in the nick of time. 
At the debrief, SEAL Pete said that things had not yet “gone sideways”, but it was getting close.  Really????

-          Seatbelts don’t unbuckle or clear themselves when you try to evacuate a disabled vehicle.

-          Panicked Advisors crawling over the back seat to find the Suburban’s non-existent “safe room” is funny.
 

 

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