Back in 1976 during the civil war in Lebanon, while driving my brother's Mini, I got stopped by a one-person roadblock with an AK-47 pointed right at the car. He came around jumped in and stuck the AK muzzle in the direction of my waist.
Asked me to drive in the direction I was heading. About a mile later he asked me to stop. Somewhat deserted area. Thought that was the end of my days (as a Christian living in West Beirut) on this earth. He just stepped out, walked over to my side and said thank you. He was a Murabitoun.
I never forget that day and the one where two bullets whizzed just over my head (non-combat area - which leads me to believe either stray bullets or sniper).
Asked me to drive in the direction I was heading. About a mile later he asked me to stop. Somewhat deserted area. Thought that was the end of my days (as a Christian living in West Beirut) on this earth. He just stepped out, walked over to my side and said thank you. He was a Murabitoun.
I never forget that day and the one where two bullets whizzed just over my head (non-combat area - which leads me to believe either stray bullets or sniper).

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