Topic: Craig and Fred by Craig Grossi

Craig was an intelligence collector for the United States Marine Corps, so he was to learn as much as he could from the villages about the Taliban, their fundamentalist that ws waging war in Afghanistan. If they ever captured a Taliban fighter, he was the only pone in their unit that they would question. His expertise was in communication, and the other guys that he's with were in combat. Those guys were like professional athletes, and smart too. To gain their trust, he needed to prove that he was able to keep up on long nighttime patrols and in gunfights. Craig also needed to show that he brought something to the battlefield that they couldn't provide themselves. They just recently landed on their helicopter in Sangin, Afghanistan. Sangin is the kind of place where you turn a corner there are two Taliban guys standing there. Once's got an RPG and the others got a machine gun, they are just waiting to light you up. Sangin had that kind of reputation. The Taliban were bolder because it was an important location for poppy farming, and the opium trade helped fund them. The Taliban controlled the families in the villages, who had no other choice but to go along with what they were told. The Taliban takes what they wanted, shutting down the local economy.

Re: Craig and Fred by Craig Grossi

The villages which they take over and teal from were extremely poor. Usually, the Taliban were the only ones who owned anything of much material value, from sneakers to cell phones to the little honda motorcycles which they drove around. When the Taliban needed food, they would show up at markets and bakeries and take they pleased. If a motorcycle ever broke down, they would find the only mechanic in town and take the parts or make him fix the bike at gunpoint. They would also ruin weddings, breaking musical instruments and punishing guests for dancing. they also recruited or just took young boys to join their forces. With a thud, the helicopter landed in a cloud of dust.

Re: Craig and Fred by Craig Grossi

They all then stepped out into the night, rifles up. While they were walking the desert firm under his boots, and a thin layer of dust washed over everything around him like water. They all then started moving, single file to avoid IEDs (improvised explosive devices) and bombs. All they heard was only the sound of their own boots scuffing against the dirt and their packs shifting on their backs. There is very little light pollution in Afghanistan and it is supposed to be ideal for stargazing, nut the dust in Sangin never settled. They then walked two or three miles, over rolling hills, heading west. Their gear and backpacks that they each carrying were heavy, seventy pounds or more, but they were all trained. When they all came to the compound they saw an elderly man waiting in the doorway. They all then established bases in compounds that were occupied. If people were already living at that place and has not been blown up, that was a good sign that the place wasn't filled with bomb traps. The compound was large. It's thick mud walls were about twelve feet high. Inside of it, there were a few basic structures, like little huts or small buildings made out of packed mud. They all worked all night to make some defense and sandbags which were bulletproof were used to protect the guys while they fired at the enemy. They also dug small windows into the main wall so that they could see and shoot to defend themselves. After they have finished working they proceeded to rest.