"... One night our chain of command must have gotten bored, because they decided they wanted to attack a DIVISION of Iraqi's. (See my layout I drew for a visual.) As you could see I was forward of everybody (which was a rush in itself) scanning the hills with my CLU (thermal imaging) and Javelin (the tank destroyer). As soon as we pulled up to the point, our .50 cal's and MK-19's started hammering away at the LPOP. Oh by the way, we attacked at 0300 in the morning. They probably died in their sleep. Our artillery and mortars then started to pour it on the enemy division. Everything was going well, until they started shooting back. And not just with bullets, but heavy artillery as well. I have never heard such loud, earth-shaking explosions in my life. And they were getting closer too. One of their heavy machine guns was firing sporadically in all directions. They never knew what hit them, or from which direction. Their artillery was on it though. They kept adjusting fire until it got a little too close for out tastes. So we then proceeded to get the hell out. The next morning an SF recon team went to check for casualties and the damage we had done. What was left of the enemy division was completely gone...all that was there were several uniforms, helmets and boots littered all over the place. They had had enough. They changed their uniforms and got into civilian clothes and left. Just like that. No joke. It was a night I won't soon forget. ..."