As we approached at typical breakneck speed, the Blackwater driver honked furiously and motioned to the side, as if they should pull over. The kids in the back seat looked back in horror, mouths agape at the sight of the heavily armored Suburbans driven by large, armed men in dark sunglasses. The poor Iraqi driver frantically searched for a means of escape, but there was none. So the lead Blackwater vehicle smashed heedlessly into the car, pushing it into the barrier. We zoomed by too quickly to notice if anyone was hurt.Her essay is a must read.
Sunday, October 07, 2007
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Survived Blackwater. Ms. Gans tells us of one particularly memborable trip in a Blackwater convoy in northern Iraq:
Posted by Peter A. Stinson on Sunday, October 07, 2007