This is Jocco podcast number one 13 with Echo Charles and me, Jocco Willink.

Good evening, echo.

Good evening.

I instantly lifted my M4 as my eyes scanned the terrain above us.

I knew without looking that John and the other guys were moving as soon as my weapon came up.

Reno took off at a dead sprint and disappeared 20 feet to our left.

Seconds afterward, screams came from the area.

I moved forward, scanning the environment as I moved, wanting to come to Reno's aid as soon as possible,

but unwilling to leave behind my tactical sense.

I heard three shots ring out as a Taliban fighter tried to exit the shallow cut that they had been hiding in.

His companion was locked in a fight with Reno.

The dog was destroying his opponent, blood quickly covering the man's clothes.

I called Reno out of the fight and squeezed off several rounds as the man reached for his weapon.

We quickly searched the area before moving on.

Our pace even quicker than before.

The gunfire for sure had given away our position.

Legs and lungs burned.

The elevation taking its toll as we finally reached our destination.

Sitting on the edge of that mountain waiting for our ride, I looked back at the last few hours.

I padded Reno's head.

Twice tonight he had saved my life.

Twice I owed him yet another debt of gratitude.

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