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Two recon teams were in the city when the Iraqis attacked. Corporal Alan Uskoski was with one of them, and Corporal Patrick Sterling was with the other. Corporal Allen Uskoski, Recon Team Member We got our order to go in and had picked a house the time before. We knew which one to go into and thought we could get in without anyone seeing us. There was hardly anyone in the city. We didn’t see anyone in any of the houses or anything, and everything was ¤ne. We were expecting to stay in there maybe two or three days. We ended up staying a couple of days longer than that. We’d gotten resupplied with batteries. Why we got so many batteries as we did, I don’t know, but it’s a lucky thing we did. We talked to our headquarters on the radio. They gave us a street and street number. They told us that there were three garbage cans on this road and the batteries would be in the second yellow garbage can, in an MRE box. We went and checked and brought them back. At the same time, we got water because we were out of water. That was a good thing too, because we didn’t go in with supplies to stay long. Everything was okay. Each night there would be rockets shot up, and we’d get the azimuth of where they came from and try to ¤gure out the distance so we could tell headquarters. Most of us were sleeping when the Iraqis attacked. At least one or two 15 / With the Recon Teams in the City guys were up that night, and I came by waking everybody up. “Hey, get up, they’re raiding the city.” We didn’t know if they were enemy or friendly yet. That night, we’d heard the sounds of a big ¤re¤ght in the very northern section of the city. We kept calling the rear and telling them that we needed air and artillery. They already had missions written up. We looked at our maps, ¤gured out the grid square, and drew up the missions. We were sitting there watching it. I’d keep telling them that we needed air and artillery, and they kept asking me if we had a de¤nite ID. We didn’t have a de¤nite ID, because it was dark. The Saudis were shooting and the Iraqis were shooting. Our platoon commander wanted to pull us out that night, but the colonel said, “No, stay, we need them there.” So the platoon commander got on the radio and told us we could pull out at our own discretion. We didn’t think we were in any danger yet. That’s when we bedded down with two guys on watch. In the morning we were woke up with “Hey, they’re in the city.” The Saudis were retreating, and it was the Iraqis. They did have uniforms but not uniformity. Some were wearing big heavy coats, some weren’t. Some were wearing combat boots, some weren’t. Some of them were wearing hats. Some of them had beards. Some had long hair. Some you could see with no weapons. We got on the air and started hollering for ¤re support. We asked for air and for artillery. We told them that we had a de¤nite ID and they were Iraqis. They told us to lay low and asked if we could evade and escape. We told them no. Our team leader got on the radio and screamed for artillery until he got it. He got it and told them to ¤re for effect. We spotted movement up in front of us too, and we called artillery on that because we had de¤nite ID. We could see it hit. I don’t know how many rounds from our ¤rst strike hit. We had just moved up on the rooftop and were looking around this wall. Then we saw rockets coming over our head and we ducked. We found out it was from friendlies. They ¤red rockets over our heads and they starting hitting. After the ¤rst strike we didn’t get anymore artillery. Our radio was screwed up. We were trying to get it working. We got two adjust rounds and then communications broke down and we lost communications and couldn’t get anymore rounds. We were looking over the city. There was one built-up road that...

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