So, we show up in Ramadi Iraq in 2004 and our HMMWVs we had were severely lacking in armor. We link up with an infantry unit to make a vehicle movement/patrol through the middle of Ramadi (that place was like the wild west...at best). They asked me, "where are your vehicles?" and I pointed them out. They said, and I quote, "Are you REALLY going to drive through the middle of Ramadi in THOSE??" I said, well, that's all we have lol. So, off we go and as soon as those jokers saw our thin-skinned vehicles (2 of them) they opened up on us like we just did something bad. Shot out the radiator in my second vehicle and all that, but the funniest thing was we were all ducking and trying to get as small as we could and my driver (love that dude) was laughing his ass off at how the civilians were scrambling to get off the sidewalks. That was my first "contact" in my career and that guy helped me get through it with a laugh......although those fuckers shot clean through my pack that was in the back of the truck and ruined my goretex.