Valley of the Taliban



For nearly a week, the members of first platoon operated with the rest of Chosen Company in Chenartu Valley. With multiple units in contact at multiple times, this operation proved to be one of the greatest tests to the men of Chosen Company yet. When all was said and done, excellence was achieved. With the support of American Forces, the Government of Afghanistan grew much stronger; the Taliban was reduced in numbers and crippled in their influence over the region. Furthermore, the Afghan National Army demonstrated its strength and competence working together with the Chosen Few. Under mostly junoir leadership, the bullies honorably distinguished themselves, yet again.

The Bullies scout for Mr. Taliban, high in the mountains of Afghanistan.

Afghan National Army Soldiers did an excellent job working together with US forces.

Another day, another creek to cross.

Bully brothers, PFCs Bestul and Wrobel, stop for a picture in a cool stream.

SSG Pratt and SPC Espinosa growing beards and getting ready to conduct special operations.

PFC Wrobel was a master spotter in the mountains with his hi-power scope.

The convoy was long, hot, and there were bad guys everywhere...not your typical Sunday drive.

Myers and Espinosa are ready for anything.

First Squad, on point for the Bullies.

SFC Cavataio sets in an observation post high in the mountains.

Doc Coker racks out in a very comfortable position.

SGT Smith shows off his high-speed tan. What time is it?

Chilling like villians looking for Taliban...I spy something with an AK47.

1LT Craig poses with an Afghan Soldier named Rambo.

It's going to be a cold one tonight on top of this mountain!

The chance of snow must have been around 50%

Fresh out of the box RTO, PFC Owen, did an outstanding job on his first mission.

Azevedo, always happy to carry the 240B accessories.

PFC Owen, proofreading the PL's plan of attack.

Stagging for the assault on the high ground.

The .50 cal is ready to light up the enemy.

With MRE's running low, SGT Taylor and SPC Lewis cook up some local eggs.

Dang, these eggs are good!

The PL warms up by the fire. 90 degree daily temps just aren't hot enough.

First platoon revels in the ravaged war zone.