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Taggart could do little but listen to the bullets whizzing over his head or bouncing off the small pile of rocks that made up his inadequate hiding place. He tightened the tourniquet around his bloody, right upper thigh and waited, maybe for help, maybe for the end. He didn’t know how badly he was injured. He only knew that the Islamic State fighters in front of him weren’t likely to stop shooting. As the minutes passed, Mac. Taggart tried to move his leg but was overwhelmed with pain. Then he saw them; two trucks, two motorcycles and an armored personnel carrier (APC) making rounds to extract his fellow YPG fighters. But to his dismay, they pulled back without him, forcing him to spend the rest of the day and a maddening night alone in the middle of the battlefield.“I waited there because I was waiting for something to happen,” Mac. Taggart says. The young man from Denver contemplated the worst- case scenarios, like being blown to bits by an airstrike or being taken hostage and beheaded. He knew if he tried to crawl back to his lines he would most likely be killed by his own fighters, mistaking him for an ISIS infiltrator. Matter of fact, if either side saw his silhouette slinking across the ground, they would assume he was the enemy and open fire. And so he lay there, still as he could, certain that death was imminent, so much so that he made what he now calls his “death recording.” Believing he would never see the morning, Mac. Taggart pulled his phone from his pant’s pocket, shoved it in the dirt in front of his face and hit record.“If I’m about to die, I just want to say. I did what I had to do. Don’t let the revolution die.”The desperation is palpable in the 2. Mac. Taggart says he felt he had to say everything because he was sure that his time had come. He was wrong. As night gave way to dawn, he decided to end his waiting game. He began crawling backwards feet first, not wanting to turn his attention away from the Islamic State group’s position. As he inched along, dragging his rifle, a water tower came into view, which put the wounded man on high alert. Being the tallest structures in Syria, water towers are a sniper’s dream and a terrifying prospect when you’re flat on your stomach in the middle of an active fire zone. His mind told him to stand up and run but when he tried he collapsed. But grabbing on to the determination that only appears when death shows itself, he managed to regain his feet and put together a disjointed hop and skip motion until his fellow YPG fighters finally saw him. At that point, they ran out, grabbed him by his arms and pulled him back to the relative safety of his own front lines. They told him that when they first realized he was missing (the day before), they just assumed he had been evacuated to the hospital. They were astonished when he emerged from the desert, bloody and haggard. One of the first people Mac. Taggart saw upon his return was the female commander who laid down fire for him as he ran the previous day. He was shocked, believing she had been killed in the earlier fighting. Overwhelmed, he hugged her, which under normal circumstances is forbidden. Mac. Taggart’s initial elation of having survived, faded somewhere along the painfully bumpy, three- hour route to a civilian hospital friendly to the YPG. They were just the latest three hours of what had been a long and bumpy journey spanning years. A Colorado native, Mac. Taggart was born in Alamosa and went to high school in Castle Rock. The youngest of two children, he describes his parents as typical open- minded Americans. His father is more Republican and his mother a Democrat, but they raised him apolitically. Growing up, Mac. Taggart says he was “pretty radical left,” but never felt the urge to come home and tell his parents that the system needed to be overthrown. An atheist, he and his parents, whom are both Christian, don’t discuss religion. This more or less average upbringing begs the question: how does a person born in the middle of the United States, with no ethnic or geographical relation to Syria, the Kurds or the YPG, end up fighting against the Islamic State some 7,0. It’s a good question, but one even Mac. Taggart seems hard- pressed to answer. It’s not as if he’s always been intrigued with war.“When I was a little kid, I thought I wanted to hold large snakes, that’s all I thought,” Mac. Taggart says. Though it was known by his friends who also attended Daniel C. Oakes High School — an alternative school in Castle Rock — that Mac. Taggart had leftist tendencies, no one thought he would ever enter the military or anything close to it. After dropping out of school, receiving his GED and working construction jobs, Mac. Taggart felt unfulfilled in his life.“Every other day I woke up and I had to go to work, but it wasn’t a purpose. I woke up and didn’t want to get out of bed,” Mac. Taggart says. I love being out there. It’s such a break from all this.”War, to Mac. Taggart, is preferable to the “hum drum life” he lives when home in Colorado, a life that he says, “drags on and hurts so much.” There are permanent reminders on his body of his displeasure with the mundanity of civilian life, the first being the scars on his hands. Typically, a person tattoos large black . He says he was clean when he decided to fight along side the YPG against the Islamic State. Self- harm scars also ascend each of Mac. Taggart’s arms. Making his hands even more notable, he has a letter tattooed on each of his knuckles, which together spell, “Born Dead,” his chosen mantra.“When it comes down to it, even if you believe you have purpose and meaning in your life, when I really think about it, everyone here is just born to die,” Mac. Taggart says. So, your purpose is you were born to die, or, like I say, . But even in Syria, it couldn’t help him escape his greatest nemesis: boredom. The Syrian version was just more tolerable, he says, because it was punctuated by terror.“Eight times out of 1. Someone shoot at me.’”It’s a hard mentality to comprehend, but one that most soldiers who have been in combat unfortunately understand all too well. When he first started thinking about the conflict last year, Mac. Taggart researched the YPG and found they shared many of his values and beliefs. As a result, he had no issue in joining their fight. He saw traveling to Syria to help them in their struggle against the Islamic State as something productive he could do with his life.“I’ve always wanted to do something and this felt like something I could do for once. When I found out they were taking foreign volunteers,” Mac. Taggart says, “I looked into it and saved up the money and went on my way about it.”He informed his parents of his plans the day before he left the country, a bad decision in hindsight, he says, because they didn’t have much time to process it. At first they were skeptical, but eventually they came to support his decision.“They know who I am and my parents believe in me and trust me with my intentions, so they were supportive,” Mac. Taggart says, “but, worried, as any decent parents would be.”Mac. Taggart, whose Syrian name is C. Flying to Iraq was his first venture out of the U. S., and he got his passport just prior to making the trip. His initial reaction upon landing in Iraq was one of culture shock. But he had little time to worry about such matters as he was quickly whisked away by the YPG, who placed him in a safe house before moving him to a PKK mountain camp where he would remain for two weeks. At that point, according to Mac. Taggart, the Kurds used the two weeks to evaluate and educate him and the other foreign volunteers because most of the newcomers arrived with no knowledge of the Kurd’s history, culture or goals. Most were even unaware that the Kurds are one of the largest stateless ethnic groups in the world. After leaving the mountain camp, Mac. Taggert’s journey into Syria began. First, he and the other volunteers used the cover of night to sneak into fields alongside the Tigris River where they waited for a small pontoon boat to take them across.“. If you’re in a field you can run,” Mac. Taggart recalls. They just see some boat crossing the river in pitch black.”Once across the river, Mac. Taggart and the others hiked for five more hours in the dark, arriving at a small command post on the Syrian border. It was at this point that the Coloradan first saw the small, waving YPG flag that he would soon be fighting under and potentially dying for. A short time later, Mac. Taggert and the other volunteers were loaded in a van and taken to a place aptly referred to as “Purgatory” by the YPG volunteers. It is a windy hill seemingly in the middle of nowhere where volunteers do little more than exist in limbo. Mac. Taggart says he was thankful he was only in Purgatory for one day before being sent to the Academy in Rojava, which is where the YPG conducts its version of basic training. At the Academy, seasoned YPG fighters teach new volunteers how to operate Russian weapons systems while providing Kurdish language courses and a basic orientation to the region where they will likely be fighting. It was during his time at the Academy that Mac. Taggart first learned how to operate fully automatic weapons and rocket- propelled grenade (RPG) launchers, skills hard to come by in the suburbs of Denver. At the end of his training, Mac. Taggart was assigned to a Tabor and issued two uniforms, a rifle, a chest rig and a pair of shoes. It’s literally the YPG shoe,” Mac. Taggart says. You can tell who’s YPG and who’s PKK by their shoes.”Once he was deployed, however, he didn’t wear his tennis shoes for long. A Kurdish fighter gave him a pair of boots he’d taken from the body of a dead Islamic State fighter. It was a kind gesture that stuck with Mac. Taggart. He has gone to great lengths to hang on to those boots even though they are slowly falling apart. Born/Dead Discography at Discogs.
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