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FIGHTING ON THE FRONT LINE: 6 THINGS WAR TAUGHT ME ABOUT HABITS, HEALTH & DISCIPLINE
My body had been pushed past its limits. The only energy I could muster was to put one foot in front of the other, keep my weapon on my shoulder, and lift my feet over any ground that looked disturbed to avoid dragging my feet over a pressure plate. I was in the green zone of Helmand province. Our TCP (temporary check point - usually a old mud wall compound) was set up on the high ground, to look across the Talibans playing fields. A huge flat plain of greenery and dirt, a perfect place to disguise the placement of an I.E.D. (improvised explosive device) We were on our way back after an unsuccessful op, our main efforts had been to lure a local group of insurgents into a firefight in order to draw them out, locate their position and engage them. On our way back in all I can remember thinking was the intense agony my body was in, I knew I wouldn't stop moving, but I also had no idea how I was going to take the next step. The snap and hiss of a round flying all to close was familiar to