The unit of Arthur is entering Mansoura, and he is carrying a new responsibility on his back.
Eastern Front of Raqqa, August 30th 2017
Follow-up of my previous post.
The first building was taken without any confrontation. In the distance, we heard the explosions of bombs falling on Mansoura.
Here we were, moving through the empty streets towards our new target. We were getting more and more tired, but the urban environment was keeping my senses alert. All anecdotes and advices given by the academy were piling up in my head: beware of the mines, beware of the traps, beware of the ambushed snipers who could literally be anywhere.
When we finally reached our new position, we felt extremely relieved.
As some were searching for covers and mattresses, we were deploying on the roof. I was given a hammer and burin and told to drill the loopholes in the wall surrounding the roof. 30 minutes after our arrival, we were finally authorised to rest. I dozed off with the feeling of having fulfilled my duty. After a few minutes, I was sound asleep.
After one or two hours, someone woke me up. We had to leave again.
I hadn’t dressed up yet when a comrade tapped my shoulder to hand me an unexpected – and unhoped - gift: the rocket-launcher of our unit! The previous carrier wasn’t coming with us, I had no clue why, and now it was up to me to shoulder this responsibility. Obviously I had been warned that due to my height I would certainly be asked to carry material, but this was a bit fast to my taste…
Back to the still unfriendly and dark streets of Mansoura. But this time, with an engine on my back powerful enough to blow me up 22 times. On top of that, it was wrongly fixed to the tube and this stupid rocket was threatening to fall at the slightest sudden movement and to blow away your favorite blogger…