No ---steaming pile of meadow muffin--- there I was, 2006 Zabul Province Afghanistan, cleaning my weapon and listening to the boys talk about the first fast food they'd eat when they got home (deployments spark these kinds of debates all the time) - when all of the sudden there is shooting all around us. Holy hell! We're under attack, everyone, to the wall! Wait, there is only outgoing fire, what the hell...
Across the compound the ANA (Afghan National Army) Soldiers are bombed out of their skulls on hash, naswar, and god knows what else firing at the mountain side. We run to their wild eyed commander and through our interpreter manage to make out, "Ghosts! Ghosts of the mujahedin riding the backs of fiery d'jinn have come to take their vengeance upon us!" before he emptied yet another clip into the air.
damn ghosts.