Diplomats with muddy boots

Reading Thunger 6’s words, to me are reminiscent of reading James Fenimore Cooper's stories of Hawkeye, in the Last of the Mohicans or even The Deerslayer. Rich detailed descriptions and vivid emotions that take the reader right to the fight in a way that a mere war story could not.

Once again Thunder 6 shows a depth of knowledge and compassion, along with the ability to be a true diplomat.

I realized just what I needed to do to convince this man. I reached out, held both of his forearms in my grip and looked him in the eye saying “My mission is to ensure the safety of this election site, but I cannot stay here and run the risk of even accidentally swaying this vote. But I will not let you fail, because if you fail then I will have failed”. I’m not sure if it was my words or if it was my use of Arabic social custom, but he finally seemed committed to staying on site. I breathed a sigh of relief and walked back to our haphazard little command post. I collapsed next to the radio, weary beyond words, and volunteered to man the radio so SSG Spite could get some rest. I felt utterly drained but that didn’t really matter – I knew I wouldn’t be getting that much sleep anyway. A few hours later I finally did manage to get some rest, waking up in the deep shadows that presage dawn. It was a new day… election day.

Go read the whole thing and do not forget to read part one.

Thunder 6, thank you for your service to our country and I hope that one day I can get an autographed copy of that book.