Bones of the Lost

sir. He did tell me that, but it was not the reason I did not reenlist.
    Hawthorn: He demoted you, didn’t he?
    Eggers: No, sir. He reassigned me from fire team leader to SAW gunner, but I still had the same rank and pay.
    Hawthorn: No one else in your platoon said they’d seen the LNs shot in the back, did they?
    Eggers: No one else was in a position to see it.
    Hawthorn: Did you actually see rounds strike those men in their backs?
    Eggers: That’s how it appeared to me, sir. They were being spun around by the impact of the bullets, but it looked like they were hit in the back.
    Hawthorn: Would you describe Lt. Gross as a liar?
    Eggers: Generally, no. But he has a lot at stake here.
     
    The second government witness was Donald Drew, one of the NCIS special agents who’d examined the scene and interviewed marines. He testified an entire day, but added little.
    The government concluded with testimony from three platoon members who said there had been an intense firefight during which they felt in peril, but that the fire came from the hillside, not from the area of the houses.
    With that, the government rested.
    The following morning, Major Hawthorn informed Keever that he’d received word that the Afghans had decided to let an exhumation go forward, and made a motion that the hearing be recessed pending an autopsy. After lengthy discussion, Keever reversed himself and agreed to a sixty-day recess, during which Hawthorn was to provide regular updates. Should an exhumation and autopsy be completed sooner, the hearing would resume immediately. Keever declared the hearing in recess.
    I turned to the final document in the dossier, a handwritten page that appeared to have been torn from a journal.
    And my interest level leapt.
    The journal entry was written by the man himself.

    July 15. 1142 AFT
    Got into the shit last night. Ambushed on a cordon and knock. AK fire raining down. Usual Muj spray and pray shooting. Burn a lot of ammo, forget about aim.
    We didn’t know what to expect in Sheyn Bagh. Patrols had taken heat in the area, harassment by ambushes and IEDs. Intel had it weapons and explosives were stored in the vil. Our mission was to surprise the LNs at dusk, take the stuff before they used it on us.
    We swept in, set up and began to toss the place. Adrenaline was pumping, and my guys were wired. The LNs didn’t greet us with love.
    We’d searched a couple houses when an RPG exploded. Two of my guys yelled they were hit. Rounds started peppering down from the hillside. AKs for sure. I ordered my men to take cover and return fire.
    For a while the scene was all noise, streaming tracers, and flying debris. BA was no hits from the AKs, two WIAs from the RPG. No EKIAs or EWIAs. Two collateral KIAs in the vil. Our fire. Yours truly the shooter.
    I paused for more alphabetic decryption. BA was battle assessment. KIA and WIA were easy—killed in action, wounded in action. I decided EK and EW referred to enemy casualties.
    I see it every time I close my eyes. Two Muj rushing me, screaming about Allah. Only seconds to react. I figured the fucksticks were wired to blow. Gave them their tickets for the A train to martyrdom.
    The hillside snipers went apeshit, but we had fire superiority. Eventually they shot their wad and disappeared.
    WTF? The search found nothing strapped to the dead Muj. Couldn’t have known that. Bedlam. Rounds hitting everywhere. Split second choice. Easy decision. My ass over theirs.
    I keep replaying it in my head. What did I hear? What did I see?
    Gunfire. Shouting. Some wannabe martyr yelling Allah Akbar. Two LNs in disdahas rushing straight at me. Shit. You have to lay them flat.
    Who knows what the assholes intended? I ordered them to
stop. They kept coming. I made sure the sorry bastards went down and stayed down. Emptied my clip.
    Eggers had my six when the shitstorm started. Why the fuck didn’t he turn his M-249 on the two coming at me? No big surprise. The guy’s a train wreck.
    While the Muj hauled ass, Doc and I checked the guys who were hit. They’d taken shrapnel, but could travel. We loaded them into the 7-ton, along with Doc and one fire team, and took off for Delaram.
    Eggers is blowing smoke. Shortly before Sheyn Bagh, I had to shitcan him from fire team leader down to SAW gunner. He argued, but I told him my mind was made up.
    How many warnings does the jackass deserve before he gets someone killed? Piss poor inspections before taking his squad on patrol. Failures to