I woke up at 3AM this morning for guard duty—two hours alone on the roof of our sleeping quarters. Squinting out into the night, I could see nothing but darkness. I nibble on a packet of sunflower seeds.
I’m always terrified on guard duty. All I think is, “Oh god, what if an ISIS sniper pops me off with one shot and sneaks into the building and blows up my friends?” I’ve never heard of that happening, but it’s a psychological thing. There’s no way to prevent being shot by a sniper if you’re on guard. That would be it—lights out. I wouldn’t know a thing. But like my commander, 30-year-old Sorxwîn, always says: “Fear is good; it keeps you alert.’