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I was in Kosovo and we got into a pretty mean firefight with some Serbians.
I was with the 23rd Special Tactics Squadron (Combat Controllers) and we dropped in at about 1800 hours on a Wednesday night. We went in before the "real" fighting began to light up some key targets and ran into a pretty pissed off pack of skinnies. We were a tight 12 and they tried to overrun our position. My squad leader was counting them down but stopped couting at 150. The only thing that saved our ass was Puff (AC-47) called down to our position.
The craziest part is that I don't remember any of it. I just recall bits and pieces when people ask but all in all...I don't remember any of it. It went by so fast and I think it's my mind's way of repressing bad thoughts by not remembering it.
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