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The two columns of the battalion were to rendezvous at the Khan Yunis railway station, but the closer the tanks drew to Beni Souhila, the fiercer grew Egyptian opposition and the more difficult it became to force a passage. Tanks lost their way in the narrow alleys on the outskirts of Beni Souhila. Yossi Algamis’ tanks, as part of the brigade recon

Gordon pulled off his hat with a flourish, as if he were part of some ta-da! magic act and his face was the trick. “I plan on killing some crazy-ass Muslims,” he said and forced a smile. “How about you, Josh?” “Yeah,” I said. “Kill some people, then get myself killed.” I grimaced even as I played along. “That sounds like a good plan.” Dave Lightene

Eventually, Staff Sergeant would roll up and say, “Shut the fuck up, Suba. Hajji shot at us. Lance Corporal Suba shot back. Dead hajji. That’s the happiest ending you can get outside a Thai massage parlor. Now it’s over. Gunners, be alert, get positive ID, you’ll get your chance.”

Robert O’Neill’s The Operator: Firing the Shots That Killed Osama Bin Laden and My Years as a SEAL Team Warrior (O’Neill 2017).

Me and Steve, we went at McCann by ripping away what he believed most about his life, blowing it up in front of his eyes, and hoping there’d be too little of him left to hold out against us. Just like Aislinn had been planning. But when we took as much of McCann as we could, shredded him into the last thing he ever wanted to be, we left him with No

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