Rambo does Afghanistan...

This is a copy of an email that a buddy of mine received:

Subject: A snapshot of life in Afghanistan
Date: Monday, January 29, 2007 2:47 PM

Hi everyone.

I'm still alive but freezing my tail off.We got 8 inches of snow last week and it reached 5 degrees below zero that night.That's not why I'm e-mailing though.
You may have heard about a suicide car bomb attack in Kabul last Thursday. It was at one of our FOB's (Forward Observation Bases) about 27 miles from here.

But the real story is why no one was killed. We employ several thousand Afghans on our various bases.Not to mention the economy that is fed by the money these locals are making.
Some are laborers and builders, but some are skilled workers.We even have one Afghan that just became OSHA qualified, the first ever. Some are skilled HVAC workers.

Anyway, there is this one Afghan that we call Rambo. We have actually given him a couple of sets of the new ACU uniforms (the new Army digital camouflage) with the name tag RAMBO on it. His entire family was killed by the Taliban and his home was where our base currently resides. So this guy really had nowhere else to go.

He has reached such a level of trust with US Forces that his job is to stand at the front gate and basically be the first security screening. Since he can't have a weapon, he found a big red pipe.So he stands there at the front gate in his US Army ACU uniform with his red pipe.

If a vehicle approaches the gate too fast or fails to stop he slams his pipe down on their hood. Then once the gate is lifted the vehicle moves on the 2nd gate where the US Army MP's are.So he's like the first line of defense. Last Thursday at 0930 hrs a Toyota Corolla packed with explosives and some Jack Ass that thinks he has 72 Virgins waiting for him approached the gate.

When he saw Rambo he must have recognized him and known the gig was up. But he needed to get to that 2nd gate to detonate and take American lives. So he slams his foot on the gas which almost causes the metal gate to go up but mostly catches on the now broken windshield.

Rambo fearlessly ran to the vehicle, reached thru the window and jerked the suicide bomber out of the vehicle before he could detonate and commenced to putting some red pipe to his heathen ass.

He detained the guy until the MP got there. The vehicle only exploded when they tried to push it off base with a robot but know one was hurt. I'm still waiting for someone to give this guy a medal or something. Nothing less than instant US citizenship or something. A hat was passed around and a lot of money was given to him in thanks by both soldiers and civilians that are working over here.

I guess I just wanted to share this because I want people to know that it's working over here. They have tasted freedom.This makes it worth it to me.

JOHN W. HUNT, CPT, US ARMY
Operations Officer
Bagram Afghanistan

Apparently this is a true story, since my buddy forwarded this story to a friend of his currently serving in Afghanistan, and received this response:

...that's amazing. I know Rambo. He was adopted by the front gate security of (camp name removed). The story goes that the taliban murdered his family. Rambo never forgot. When the Coalition forces came Rambo went into action and mercilessly killed every one of his family's murderers. He showed up one day ate the gate of (camp) and adopted the Camp as his own. He always steps in the way, kind of as a human shield, to protect the guys at the gate. Eventuaslly he was vetted and they gave him a set of DCU's. He is quite the character. ...small world.

I don't care if this guy is Afghani-- he needs to be commended for a medal!

*****UPDATE*****

A correspondent friend of mine who has been to Afghanistan concurs:

...Rambo is a familiar fellow to anyone who has served in the area which CPT Hunt speaks of. There is much more to this man than is spoke of here. I know him very well. For security reasons I will not say more in an open forum. Know that he is an unrecognized hero of the Islamic Republic of Afghanistan and a real live piece of folklore there.

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