  Today, we were patrolling sector 30. It's not our company's sector, but periodically we patrol other people's sectors to get familiar with them in case we have to go in there for backup. We were going through the slums there (and I mean SLUMS) and we found an anti-aircraft gun mounted in a twin-linked alternating mount on the burn-up turret of an ex-armored vehicle.
We fought that thing for teo hours trying to get that gun out of the mount so that it could be confiscated. When I say we, I mean our platoon. I was providing security from the turret of my up-armored humvee. My luitenant, squad leader, and B section's squad leader were on the ground fighting this thing with the help of about 10 Iraqis.
The children in the area were the most persistent I've come across to this date. We had no interpreter, so we had difficulty getting them out of the area. They had to go because we were trying to pull this thing apart with two humvees and they could get hurt or killed. We finally found the solution when some charged thier shotgun. I've never seen kids run so fast. 
