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Circa 2006, a Muslim man brings the body of his daughter in a wheelbarrow to the gates of the larger FOB that supplies our outpost. He tells the gate guards that US forces killed her accidentally when we dropped bombs on the wrong location. It happens, but not often. Long story short, the US Military does a full investigation because we actually take this shit seriously. Our JTAC and the pilot involved are both required to cease operations and go to Kandahar (KAF) for an interview with authorities. It takes about five or six weeks before he returns and our Commander gets the report... The investigation found that the girl's body was burned and mutilated post mortem, that she had died from blunt force trauma to the head. Furthermore, she was not his daughter. She was his wife. I guess there was probably about a 30yr age difference. She must've been no more than 12yrs old, from what I was told. Finally, his homestead is near the site we dropped the ordinance on, but it was not within a dangerous proximity of the impact site. The ordinance was dropped off-target, for sure. But still hundreds of meters away from his home. Turns out the authorities immediately involved in the whole thing could tell this was bullshit from the beginning because the girl was clearly beaten, she smelled like a wood fire and not a chemical one which would be expected with phosphorus, the bomb wasn't incendiary in any way, and the off-target drop had already been reported and inspected using GPS and they knew it hadn't destroyed his home as he'd claimed. Still, the Commander at that base authorized thousands of dollars worth of local currency to be given to the man before he left without the body of the girl he claimed was his daughter. He literally dumped it off the road in front of the gate, which is how our guys got ahold of it and got the surgeon's opinion on her wounds. That same guy was later captured during a raid in another location. He was working with the Taliban, and we only made the connection because he began shouting about how we killed his daughter. Muslims cannot be trusted.

Arizona Territory, 1883. Seventeen-year-old Catherine “Cat” Dawson watched six rustlers murder her 22-year-old brother, James, and steal 200 head of cattle from their ranch. With the law days away and no one coming to help, she saddled her Appaloosa, took her father’s Winchester, and rode alone into the desert. Her father gave her four days to return. She disappeared into the wilderness, following broken branches, hoofprints and shifting sand, carrying grief that was slowly turning into determination. On the fourth morning, she found the six men hiding in a box canyon. What followed was a gunfight that would become a forgotten legend of the Arizona frontier. Using the sun, the rocky terrain and her knowledge of the desert, Cat outmanoeuvred the gang, killed several men and wounded their leader. When he begged for mercy, she chose not to kill him. Instead, she took his weapons and water and left him to face the consequences. Three days later, she returned home with all 200 cattle. She was covered in dust, exhausted and no longer quite the girl who had ridden away. Cat never spoke publicly about those four days. She married, raised daughters, worked the ranch and taught her children to ride, shoot and survive. When asked why, she simply said, “Because the world doesn’t always protect you.” Her obituary in 1932 celebrated her horsemanship and community service, but never mentioned that summer of 1883. Yet the old-timers remembered. History often celebrates lawmen and outlaws, but forgets the ordinary people forced into extraordinary circumstances. What would you have done at seventeen, if justice was four days away and the only person who could fight for your family was you?

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