By Matthew McAllester
Staff Correspondent
AL-KARMAH, Iraq -- It was silent on Chicago, apart from the rustle that the baked wind made in the bullrushes next to the road and the sound of one Marine's boots stepping carefully on the grit next to the asphalt. As he walked, pace by pace, Brandon Webb's ears were interested in hearing only one sound.
There it was. The whine of the metal detector. It was low and only he could hear it. The other Marines were keeping their distance, holding back the Iraqi trucks and cars, scanning the palm trees and cinderblock shacks for gunmen or, worse, triggermen. Those are the ones they feared, the ones who put positive to negative and send an electric signal to the roadside bombs at just the right moment. That left 21-year-old Cpl. Webb on his own, as usual.
He had heard the high-pitched beep numerous times before and knew it was the sound that separated him and his fellow Marines from death and disfigurement. Below the dirt was a bomb.
"Oh God, I'm going to blow up," he thought to himself. "Oh God, please don't let it blow up."
much more...long story about low morale
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