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when I called my mom on her birthday

and act like everything was okay and say

"Hey, Mom, happy birthday," you know,

like, "Yeah, I am doing really good out here,

everything's fine."

The change came when we in OP Restrepo.

In the middle of the night we put up

a firebase on top of the place

that they had used as their enemy kinetic,

you know, point of attack,

or of origin of their attack,

for the last 15 months.

We walked up the Spur

with shovels and picks.

We worked all though the night just

to make a small semicircle to chill in.

We slept for maybe a couple hours each,

started doing it again.

That day we got in five, seven firefights.

Everybody good?

- Yeah, we're gonna--

- Yeah!

We'd dig. They'd shoot at us.

They'd see us digging,

building this new place. They'd shoot.

We'd shoot back. Once it lulled down,

we started digging again.

When the boys built that base,

the Taliban, or the AAF forces in the valley,

they were completely in shock.

It was like a middle finger sticking out.

And they realized once they could not knock

off OP Restrepo, we had the upper hand.

They started becoming afraid.

Eat some, turban head!

Hey, hit the bottom right.

Hit the bottom right of the village.

- Get this!

- Bottom right. Go right more.

Hey, Solo, that's you.

I'm not shooting over everybody.

- Let's go, let's go!

- He's down in the draw!

- He's down in the draw.

- Down in the draw.

How close?

Buno, get your coms up.

Make sure you got f***ing SAW

and a.203 with you.

- You're taking Wilson, Cortez.

- Cortez.

Don't worry, I'll...

Don't worry. There's very few

that l just straight up hope don't make it.

A month or two into it, it was still

a shitty place. We were covered in dirt,

digging all the time, getting in firefights,

like four or five firefights a day.

And so we-- the majority of us really didn't

feel like it should be called OP Restrepo.

it was just a shitty place. It was just...

It just didn't resemble

the type of person that he was.

Scuffing up my notes.

Feels like longer than forever, yeah

My home is now a distant land

If l had one wish, I wish I could be

Back on that rock

in the middle of the sea

My heart is calling me to the islands

Blue skies and tropical breeze

I want to go back home

Swim in the Pacific sea

You can take the boy from the island

But not the island from the boy

The island stays in your heart

I'll never forget where l'm from

Oh, no, I'll never forget

Where l'm from

Sir. How you doing, sir?

Good to see you again.

Good seeing you again.

Welcome to the KOP.

I'd like to take you up over there, sir,

maybe just try to give you

the once over the world here.

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