![]() She followed their lead - always geared up in full battle rattle, always donning her Kevlar instead of the soft bush hat or baseball cap she wore during her year in Afghanistan. Soldiers here, more vigilant than she remembered from her time among the Afghans, stayed alert. Iraq felt different to Jennifer, more dangerous than her year in Afghanistan. ![]() By that fall, insurgents, a caustic collection of rogue Iraqis, Al-Qaeda and Isis fighters bent on owning Iraq, filled the void.įour years later, when Jennifer deployed to Iraq, a blanket of uncertainty still covered most of the country. Twenty-eight days after the second American invasion, Iraqi soldiers fled the battlefields, leaving behind a vacuum. The Iraqi Army, pressed to fight another of Saddam’s mother of all battles, had been crushed in 2003. ![]() In Iraq, a land where friend and foe are indistinguishable, American soldiers never knew what trouble waited outside the wire. She’d been in Iraq since late August, after almost two months of staging in Kuwait, not long after she’d graduated college and married another soldier. On September 26, shortly before noon, American Army reservist Specialist Jennifer Hunt sat behind the wheel of a Humvee, the third vehicle in a small convoy of five Humvees filled with American Civil Affairs soldiers. ![]() Army Reserve specialist, receives the Purple Heart at Camp Falcon, Iraq. ![]()
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