Every time I see one of these posts I think I have one . Then the guy who had the jet fly over him reminded me about another part of the experience . So there I was . In Afghanistan I US was on a convoy with a few other nationalities . In the middle of the night I was sleeping in the back of our armored truck . When what we learn later was a B 1 bomber buzzed us to see who we were with their FLIR a huge ass plane flies over us very low . A while later , being half awake and realizing I had to pee I got out of the truck and kind of half asleep walk over to the fence line of this little compound we had bivouacked over night in . There was a personnel gate ajar . Went through , pissed on a bush out of the way . Come walking back through gate . I then hear an obvious yet hushed challenge . In Spanish . For the goddamn life of me I ' m trying to recall ANY Spanish from the two years I took in high school in San Diego . I ' m barely recalling donde esta la biblio . . When I hear another Spanish voice say something something Americano . Still dumbfounded I eventually remembered si . The Spanish guys in a vehicle or two over were pulling guard in their turret . The one guy saw me leave . The other dude is who saw me return . Thank god the first guy saw me . Otherwise I was asking where the library was at and crossing my fingers .