Hi Yoggie,
I think these guys were some sort of Indian Special force or special police it was like something out a movie. There I was manning the Pacer Bounce HF pack we had set up in an abandon bldg'ing with no power other then light sticks and lantern. Sitting on a make shift chair listening to the crackling of hte HF radio waiting for the C-141 to call in for instructions -- when these guys bust in the door to the room I was in dressed in black about four or five of them point shine new automatic weapons not like the ones the guards at the local hotel had that were rusted. plus they spoke good english not that broken or Indian sounding english. They forced me against a wall asking me what we were doing there in India and asking me what the radio was for. I was frozen I couldnt speak. I wasnt special force or one of those commando types I was a Loadmaster off of C-141. The my site leader showed up and they took him down the hall as one stayed with me. After about hour one of the first of the people in black camo's came back and got the one watching me.
In this situation I have dealt with fear of death - that I was alone and if they killed me we were in India and the US would have denied US forces operating there and on the other hand shame that I didn't open up with my M-9 I had in the back of my blue jeans as we were in civilian cloths. I ahve always told myself that if I had opened up with the M-9 I would have been killed or never made it home becuase it would have been an international incident. -- then I get the VA saying hey dirt bag you weren't in the Desert so you shouldn'y have a stressor. It makes me want to kick some pencil pushers ass. -- thanks for your post Yoggie Scoopy- Loadmaster-C-141B