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Have you ever stopped and wondered what would your life be if you were born somewhere else, will you obtain and gain the same knowledge that you posses right now, would you be smarter or more ignorant?, have you ever wondered what actually marks our knowledge?, is it the information?, INFORMATION IS NOT KNOWLEDGE a quote by Albert Einstein, then what is knowledge? Is it facts? Is it evidence? If that’s the case then we shouldn´t believe religion a bit, cause its based mainly on faith more than facts, is our knowledge really knowledge if we were proven wrong in the future years to come, I mean Isaac Newton was proven right until Einstein proved him wrong with his relativity theory, and Einstein was right until the immense ultra complicated quantum theory came which marks another knowledge that can be proven wrong again in the future!!! Then my question to you is as follows; what is knowledge?<\/p>\n
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The SAS plan in its simplicity was easy to execute, but it needed preparations, one to obtain some falsified Iraqi documents plus even my Dutch were modified the other one of them was that I had to go and live with a Bedouin tribe for a couple of days to learn from them their crafts, accent(dialect) and their superior navigation in the middle of the desert, it was a an experience that I would never forget for the rest of life cause those splendid people were superb to the last measure imaginable, plus you don´t fucking need a GPS in the desert when you are with them.<\/p>\n
I bought two camels from them and two chickens which they putted in a palm tree bamboo cage and they gave me some of their traditional clothes (Arabic dishdasha, Arabic black abaaia with golden edges)and four 25 kilos salt bags and I set off to my mission ahead just after three days of me staying them.<\/p>\n
My arsenal was simple but extremely effective, it contained the following; MP 9 sub machine gun with silencer (perfect gun, small, compact, extremely accurate and easy to conceal), 9mm berretta with silencer, 4 m67 grenades and about 4 kilos of semtex, I had also a small pen with a fold up satellite dish where I could send my transcript sped up messages to my allies without even notifying the Iraqi interceptions.<\/p>\n
My objectives were simple too; obtain as much information as possible of the army troops, keep an open ear to any possible rumors about the army forces and to spread some disturbing rumors myself to shake the army forces and make them doubt even themselves, sabotage any possible targets covertly.<\/p>\n
My rules of engagement were simple too; avoid any direct contact with enemy army forces as possible, go hot if there was a direct compromise in my cover, disappear if my cover was compromised or blown and inflict as much damage to the enemy covertly.<\/p>\n
I set off on my mission, first thing I did was hiding my transmitting devices in the bottom of the chickens cage, my weapons I divided them into four places where I putted them in the bottom of salt bags leaving only the SMG with me hanging under the abaaia concealed from any eye, I putted the four bags on the camels with the chickens cage, just before I went on my way I knelt down and took a good grasp of desert soil and spread it all the across the back of my neck and my face and hair and then with a damp cloth I smeared everything to give an idea of a real Bedouin who is been travelling for a long time in the desert with my muddy face, I avoided taking a shower for the last three days to gain the real dirty look and look as much real as I can.<\/p>\n
About 70 kilometers away to the west of my designated area, I set off at midnight and at 4:00 I camped and waited until it was dusk again and went once more and about 20 kilometers from my final target I camped, it was 3:30 after midnight, sent some messages to my people, rested and waited until the sun rose up again, and then went on my way to cover the last distance, it was the first time that I really sweated cold sweat since my first mission in Afghanistan, I arrived at the city borders from outside, I was out in the desert avoiding any direct contact with civilization, that’s when I saw an army car approaching me with astoundingly fast speed, they stopped short in front of me and two soldiers stepped out with their Kalashnikovs with their captain holding a gun in his hands:<\/p>\n
Captain: عرف نفسك (identify yourself)<\/p>\n
Me: انا بدوي،اسمي عبدالله سيدي (am a Bedouin, my name is Abdullah sir)<\/p>\n
C: عندك هوية او اوراق تثبت انته منو (do you have legitimating paper or papers to prove who you are)<\/p>\n
M: نعم،بس كلش قديمة سيدي (yes I do, have but they are very old sir) the papers that I had were made to be old to confuse the authorities even more, plus the Bedouins are nomads just like the gypsies ,most of them don’t have any id´s<\/p>\n
C: راويني اراقك بلّه،شعندك جاي انته اهنا؟ (Show your papers, what brought here in the first place)<\/p>\n
M: اني ياي اهنانه ابيعن ملح وياي اشتري تمن وتتن (I came here to sell salt and to buy some rice and tobacco)<\/p>\n
C: اثول ابن الاثول،منو حايشتري منك ملح بهاي الساعة،يلّه ولي ولتخليني اشوفك مره لخ اهنانه(idiot son of an idiot, who do you think will buy salt from you in this age, piss off and don’t let me see you here again here)<\/p>\n
M: جلامك اوامر سيدي (your words are my command sir)<\/p>\n
And so it went my first encounter, I was extremely lucky cause I had the MP9 pointed at them all the time under the abaaia and was working with one hand to hand them the papers, if they had decided to search me then they would have had it and I had then no choice but to shoot them on the spot, which would complicate the mission even more.<\/p>\n
The next couple of days were captivating in all measures, the sensation of it was mesmerizing and its splendor was compelling.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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