COP Shangri-La, Zhari District, Kandahar Province, Afghanistan:
There was a patrol today, like any other day. It went well. No one hurt, no bad guys shot at us. We completed the mission and got back to the COP in good time, looking forward to a gatorade and a few hours rest. As we walked into the gate, pants torn from climbing, uniforms soaked from dew and sweat, there wasn’t just gatorade to greet us. The XO (Executive Officer) was telling something to the guys. As the platoon rolled in, I came in the gate and he looked me in the eye and said, “We got him. Bin Laden’s dead.”
Almost a decade ago, as a freshman in high school on his orientation field trip, my friends and I listened to the radio broadcast the events of the 11th. It remains a strong memory. While this was happening, I assume the Saudi nemesis was spread out drinking chai and pontificating about the new global caliphate that was to come. Now he lies in a body bag.
No amount of bullets, drones, or enemy KIA can reincarnate the people who were crushed, burned, or forced to jump, but damned if it doesn’t feel good that the crafter of that attack has been killed. Not from kidney disease, not from some foreign police raid. Rather, at the hands of our most capable and most deadly asset. In the update prior to this I talked about precision violence. This is a perfect example and the pinnacle manifestation of that. There will be no trial. No drawn out legal process, no Nuremberg. Just a swiftly executed sentence on a figurehead of evil.
As the Klingon proveb says, “Revenge is a dish best served cold.”
Vengeance complete. Now lets start on redemption.
Staying nine and a half hours ahead, HE heavy, and until next time faithful readers,
1LT Wm Treadway