Prologue
Adhamiya, April 7, 2004
The team of eight soldiers waited until nightfall, then moved into position on the roof of a multistory building overlooking the eerily quiet streets below. Their mission was to scan for enemy activity, particularly the ubiquitous mortar teams that moved around the city at night despite persistent efforts to hunt them down. This was the heart of Adhamiya, a volatile Sunni neighborhood of Baghdad—a hotbed of anticoalition activity, where cold stares greeted American soldiers and where insurgents conducted nightly attacks. On this night tensions in the neighborhood ran high. Six days previously, in a scene reminiscent of Somalia a decade earlier, hysterical crowds in Fallujah had dragged the burned, mutilated bodies of four American civilian security contractors through the streets and strung two of them up from a bridge after gunmen ambushed their SUV with small-arms fire and rocket-propelled grenades RPG. Many Adhamiyans had rejoiced along with their Sunni brethren to the west. Their elation would not last long.
A half-mile or so away from the team in the square near the Abu Hanifa Mosque, a large, unruly crowd of several hundred Iraqis gathered. Before hostilities had begun, Saddam Hussein had last been seen alive here. The square had also been the scene of fierce fighting ten months earlier when Ba’athist holdovers ambushed a group of American soldiers stationed in the area. On this night the mob, its emotions whipped to a frenzied pitch, loudly protested the Marine offensive into Fallujah in response to the contractor slayings. Armed insurgents fired a number of RPG toward the local police station. Iraqi police and American soldiers nearby returned fire and scattered the enemy.
The team of soldiers established their observation post OP and began to scan the neighborhood with night-vision devices. In the phosphorescent screens of the light-amplifying goggles, the area appeared muted in shades of green and black. The streets around the building seemed tranquil, but the stillness was deceiving. The team could hear the sounds of explosions in the neighborhood. No one expected the calm in the immediate vicinity to last. It didn’t. The American soldiers were not alone.
Twenty minutes after the team’s arrival, rocket-propelled grenades crashed into the building and automatic-weapons fire plastered the area. The soldiers dove for cover. The team leader, First Lieutenant Brady Van Engelen, fell with a severe wound to the head—a round from an AK-47 assault rifle had pierced his Kevlar helmet and fractured his skull. The team’s combat lifesaver, a soldier who had been given extensive first aid training, immediately went to work to stanch the flow of blood. The team, pinned to the rooftop by intense fire and with a seriously wounded soldier in their midst, made an anxious radio call to battalion headquarters for urgent casualty evacuation and assistance.
Lieutenant Colonel Bill Rabena, commander of the 2nd Battalion, 3rd Field Artillery, immediately diverted the battalion’s Combat Observation Lasing Team platoon—the “COLT”—from another mission to extract the endangered team. With the situation unclear, First Lieutenant Eddy Quan cautiously led his platoon toward the friendly occupied building. Tense soldiers kept a vigilant watch for enemy on the rooftops and in the alleyways. Suddenly, all four COLT HMMWV (High Mobility, Multipurpose Wheeled Vehicles) came under concentrated small-arms and RPG fire. In the lead vehicle, Quan pushed through the ambush but soon encountered obstacles that the insurgents had hastily erected to bar the way. Under heavy fire, lacking positive identification of the friendly position in the building, and unable to bypass the obstacles, the COLT temporarily withdrew.
Enemy fighters began moving toward the stricken observation post. As the commander of the 1st Brigade Combat Team of the 1st Armored Division, I listened to the increasingly tense reports flooding into my tactical operations center from five miles away. Even though it would take thirty minutes or more for an armored relief force to arrive on the scene, I ordered tank and infantry fighting vehicle support from neighboring battalions. The team, threatened with being overrun, didn’t have thirty minutes to wait. Lieutenant Colonel Rabena directed a quick reaction force from B Battery, led by First Lieutenant Michael Vahle, to link up with the COLT platoon and ordered Lieutenant Quan to reengage. The reinforcements consisted of an M109A6 Paladin self-propelled howitzer, an M113 armored field ambulance for casualty evacuation, and an M88A1 heavy armored recovery vehicle for breaching obstacles. Each vehicle mounted a .50 caliber heavy machine gun, but the firepower would not be enough to overwhelm the well-armed insurgents with their RPG launchers, Russian-made RPK machine guns, and AK-47s.
Determined to retrieve their fellow soldiers, the reinforced extraction team, which now consisted of the COLT HMMWV and Bravo Battery’s tracked vehicles, stormed back into the kill zone with Lieutenant Vahle’s armored tracked vehicles leading the way. The insurgents were waiting. The convoy immediately came under heavy RPG and automatic-weapons fire. Tracer rounds streaked down the alleyways and ricocheted off the armored vehicles. The lead vehicle, the Paladin howitzer, took a direct hit from a rocket-propelled grenade but continued to advance; several more RPG exploded against nearby buildings. American soldiers replied with machine guns and rifle fire. The heavy exchange lit up the area, which resounded with gunfire and explosions. Unable to penetrate the wall of lead coming at them, the extraction force again pulled back temporarily to regroup.
Enemy fire continued to pin down the OP team and prevent its withdrawal. The team, threatened with being overrun by attackers on foot, decided to withdraw on their own. Soldiers carried their wounded lieutenant down several flights of stairs in an effort to exit the building. Insurgents thwarted the escape attempt by directing a well-placed RPG into the doorway. The soldiers managed to establish a secure position on the second floor, but for Lieutenant Van Engelen, time was slipping away.
Lieutenant Quan reorganized the extraction team a thousand feet away at Antar Square, a prominent traffic circle. Realizing that the enemy would soon overwhelm the friendly position, he quickly devised a plan to divide his force and approach the building from different directions. “I know this sounds crazy,” Quan instructed Lieutenant Vahle over the radio, “but I need you to go back down where we just came from and into the kill zone. I’m going to take my guys around to the back side of the building and dismount them to pull out the OP team.” Given the intensity of the resistance, this was asking a lot of the B Battery soldiers. They would be magnets for enemy fire. The artillerymen knew the odds and were up to the challenge.
Knowing that his team’s diversion was critical to the success of the mission, Lieutenant Vahle led his tracks back into the gauntlet. Adrenaline racing, the GIs clutched their weapons and stared at the shadows, expecting any moment to come under withering fire. In the short time it took the convoy to regroup, the insurgents had again reinforced and shifted positions. As the armored patrol entered the kill zone, the enemy detonated a 152mm artillery round directly in front of Vahle in the lead vehicle. The huge blast momentarily knocked the crew senseless, but they quickly recovered and pushed on. The crew of the M88A1 recovery vehicle took a direct hit from an RPG, but the vehicle remained operable, and the crew fought its way through the ambush. The soldiers blasted away at the enemy with their machine guns. Astonishingly, the team remained unharmed and in the fight.
As Vahle was assaulting through the enemy positions, Quan quickly moved his gun trucks through the back alleys and into position to reach the observation post on foot. He carefully positioned his vehicles on the dark side of an alley, dismounted, and used an eight-foot wall to conceal the movement toward the observation post. Staff Sergeant Hugh Edinger moved to the head of the column and positioned his team to cover the platoon leader’s move to the building. Lieutenant Quan and his team bounded forward, and then dashed across the street under enemy small-arms fire to the building entrance. There they made contact with the OP team. Sergeant First Class Gary Bartlett, the COLT platoon sergeant, repositioned the wheeled vehicles forward to enable a quick withdrawal.
The insurgents would not allow the COLT to leave without a fight. Enemy forces continued to fire at the Americans with assault rifles and machine guns, but for the first time this evening they were outgunned. The COLT placed heavy suppressive fire on the enemy positions, which allowed movement back to the HMMWV by small groups in successive bounds. The soldiers carefully loaded the wounded lieutenant into a vehicle, stacked themselves into the four-gun trucks, and rapidly departed the area along with the armored quick-reaction force. Twenty-seven minutes after first coming under fire, all thirty-seven U.S. personnel and seven vehicles safely returned to their forward operating base along the banks of the Tigris River. This was the end of the evacuation, but it was not the end of the fight.
While Quan and Vahle were leading their men into the kill zone, I directed reinforcements to the area. This was the second night in a row that heavy forces would descend on Adhamiya. The previous evening an armed throng had converged on the Adhamiya police station and killed a U.S. soldier manning a machine gun in its defense. I had then ordered several units of the brigade combat team armed with tanks, infantry fighting vehicles, and helicopters to counterattack. With sixteen insurgents dead, the enemy had faded into the dense warren of streets and alleyways to regroup. Tonight was the second round.
Radios hummed with cross talk as commanders determined routes, zone boundaries, and objectives. Minutes after the extraction of the OP team and its wounded lieutenant, the armored forces arrived on the scene. Eight M1A1 Abrams tanks and a company of combat engineers mounted in M113 armored personnel carriers, under the command of Lieutenant Colonel Garry Bishop, moved from Baghdad Island across the Tigris River and south through the nearby district of Kadhimiyah, and then recrossed the river and maneuvered into Adhamiya from the west along Omar Street. Ten more tanks and four M2A2ODS Bradley infantry fighting vehicles carrying a platoon of infantry, under the control of Major Paul Kreis, moved up 20th Street from the south. Lieutenant Colonel Bill Rabena gathered a column of vehicles from his two other artillery batteries and descended on the area from the north. Together they would squeeze the insurgents in a vise. Adhamiya had become a magnet for American forces, which were moving at high speed to the sound of the guns.
The U.S. soldiers did not move cautiously as they had done before in so many reconnaissance patrols. With fellow soldiers at risk, courtesies to local traffic were no longer offered or granted. Cars veered for the shoulders as tanks and infantry fighting vehicles forced their way through the urban landscape. Gunners hugged their thermal sights, peering through the darkness for the enemy. Soldiers clutched their weapons and adjusted their body armor, knowing that tonight their arms and armor would mean the difference between life and death.
The movement did not take long. Arriving at the ambush site, the soldiers of the Ready First Combat Team aggressively attacked the enemy positions. Tank cannon boomed as big 120mm shells streaked toward enemy strong points, which crumbled before the weight of the high-explosive, antitank rounds. High-explosive rounds from Bradley 25mm electric chain guns slammed into insurgent positions. Machine gun and rifle fire peppered the area. Infantrymen dismounted from their Bradley fighting vehicles and cleared the area building by building, as Apache attack helicopters zoomed overhead to dominate the high ground—the key terrain of the rooftops. The enemy wilted before the violent counterattack, which left six insurgents dead, sixteen wounded, and eleven more taken prisoner. Lieutenant Van Engelen was the only American casualty of the night, and he would recover.
Adhamiya had paid a heavy price for its resistance, but the fight was not yet out of the insurgents who inhabited the area. Again they retreated into the urban jungle to lick their wounds and devise new strategies to take the fight to the Americans. The exhausted GIs returned to their bases for a few hours of fitful rest. They were supposed to be on their way home after a year in combat in Baghdad. It was not to be. Within twenty-four hours the tanks, infantry fighting vehicles, and helicopters would return to Adhamiya to do battle again with the guerrillas. It was just another of many long nights in Iraq.