My battalion commander, Lt. Col. Michael Kurilla, gave the directive that my squad leaders, platoon sergeant, and myself had heard countless times: my platoon was to cordon and search a neighborhood that intelligence had indicated might be the whereabouts of a high value target.
As our vehicles navigated to the neighborhood through a busy marketplace, an improvised explosive device detonated, and the vehicle became immobile. Then we started taking small-arms fire, and headquarters ...