Orac says, "I saw artillery rockets skidding down the roadbed in Sirte."
Orac says, "past the alley I was hiding in with some other fighters."
Orac was seriously low on ammo. Saw a guy get hit through the triceps.
Orac says, "he bled a bit and Tofeek, my companion, bandaged him."
Orac says, "As soon as he finished wrapping the guy grabbed his rifle and went to the same spot to resume shooting"
Orac says, "My gimmick was shoving a steel saw horse out into the firing lane which I'd rush and man."
Orac says, "So long as I was quick it didn't telegraph me too badly"
Orac says, "They were going to open up as I sat there aiming anyway"
Orac says, "The rockets were amazing. Just imagine this whoosh of fire and smoke and noise ripping past you."
Orac says, "Fast as a blink."
Orac says, "First calm then sudden smokey havoc."
Orac has traversed burning buildings.
Orac has seen guys using burning buildings as a fighting position.
Orac saw a defense line outside of Sirte totally annihilated by a NATO bomb impact.
Orac says, "Everybody more or less died in place."
Orac says, "The bodies were dirty, scorched, and mangled in such a way that it looked like a giant had stepped on them and rubbed his foot around a bit."
Orac says, "Except they were draped over sandbag walls at regular intervals or on top of weapons... some were more torn apart than others."
Orac says, "And this smoke still lingered in the area."
Orac says, "Some of the fighters had begun draping the corpses with fragments of hilux truck body panel"
Orac says, "That's what airstrikes are like. Jet noises, suddenly a bunch of people die in a huge blast, fading jet noises."
Orac says, "I was in a vehicle with Jerry Erwin. We got taken to an interrogation site accidentally while our driver was conveying us to our final destination."
Orac says, "The guy inside came out to see what our deal was. Who we were."
Orac says, "So I hastily jumped out and offered him a scalpel. What gave it away as an interrogation site was the screaming. The man was in scrubs and wearing gloves."
Orac says, "He looked at me, shook his head no, and walked back inside."
Orac says, "I hopped back in with Jerry. In a minute or so we were off."
Orac says, "Curiously, all of the vehicles parked there had 'CIA' scrawled on them in the flith cacked to the bottom parts of their doors."
Orac says, "s/cacked/caked"
Orac says, "This is not the CIA's style."
Orac says, "Why offer him a scalpel you ask? So he wouldn't ask questions."
Orac says, "The last thing I needed was him going: 'Oh shit, human rights activists! Fire up the acid bath!'."
Orac says, "We had a long mature talk about the role of torture in war upon returning to the hotel."