Hello there. I am a Major General Serving in the U.S Army, My Home Squardron is the 430th Tactical Fighter Squardron situated in Kandahar, Afghanistan. In May 2013, we were among group bravo that went out for a significant activity in Kandahar, a little break in our positions and in a jiffy we were integrated up, set out toward a camp in the "center of no place". I was sacrosanct, my accomplices were frightened. En route, we experienced some stiffer Taliban who demanded that they execute us and approach their day. I supplicated so hard to the Lord for help, while encouraging my men to stay solid. Somewhat more discussion and clearly we would be executed. I advised my men to prepare themselves for the most noticeably terrible. We sat tight for two additionally anguishing hours, and finally, they came out from their tents, cut us free, and chose to insult us before the execution. At that point it occurred, instantly... I can't clarify it up untill this day, yet a Sergent drove the attack, stepped on his toe,before his associates could fathom what just occurred, we had shot 4 agitators, and was at that point shooting out in THEIR vehicle that BROUGHT US. Albeit 3 of my men were lost that day, it was a triumph since God protected my men, my life and we showed up back securely to our camp in Kandahar. Applause God!
