The Blue Car

Two weeks ago we were downtown and we received a radio call that the route was blocked. I forget why we didn't try the alternate routes but we turned around to abort the mission when the gunner noticed a broken down blue Toyota in the intersection - he didn't think it had been there when we came by the first time. Well, I didn't want to chance that it was a bomb, especially since we'd just been turned back. It sounded too much like a set up.

In the end, we started to take fire and it got pretty scary. I was afraid because people were shooting at me, because the dammed the quick reaction force was already out somewhere else (why weren’t they here?), and, to tell the truth, because I didn't know what to do. Eventually, we did have to get by that car. Finally we literally raced by doing what seemed like 45 or 50 MPH, all in slow motion. That blue car was the center of my whole universe. It didn't explode.