http://www.gwot.us/2007/01/18/real-life-rambo-foils-vbied-bomber/ "Camp Phoenix, Afghanistan is the headquarters for the 41st BCT, the unit that is tasked with training the Afghanistan National Army and is the unit that I am currently assigned to. Recently, a would-be suicide bomber driving a vehicle loaded with explosives, crashed into the main gate, intent on detonating his device. Man did he pick the wrong campâ¦. Enter into the scene, Rambo (So named by the troops), an Afghani civilian who has voluntarily been working front gate security for the camp. Rambo has quite the past, he lost most of his family to the Russians, of which he fought himself and was at this gate when U.S. troops arrived at it in 2003âhe has never left. Rambo, choosing only to arm himself with a lead pipe, shattered the bomberâs driver side window and dragged the man from his car, just as he was reaching for the detonation wires. Absolutely incredible, Iâve personally seen Rambo on the few occaisions that Iâve been to Camp Phoenix and was always perplexed at who the man was. He has his own uniform complete with a name tag that reads âRamboâ and salutes us U.S. troops who pass in and out of the camp. Thanks to Blackfive for bringing the story to my attention, I now know who he is, and apparently he is quite the celebrity at Camp Phoenix, being the most respected man on camp." http://paktribune.com/news/index.shtml?91756 "KABUL, January 28 (Online): Jamal Ud Din, known as "Rambo" to U.S. troops in Kabul, Afghanistan, has stood watch at the front gate for more than two years. He carries a lead pipe to ward off danger. A taxi stops near the front gate of Camp Phoenix on the outskirts of Kabul. Within seconds a short, stocky man wielding a pipe starts to approach the vehicle. The man with the lead stick means business. "Move the car," he demands in a language anyone could understand. The occupant hastily pays his fare, and the taxi driver wastes no time backing away. With the way clear, the Afghan man U.S. soldiers call "Rambo" returns to his post just inside the gate to resume his vigil. A person would be hard pressed to find anyone in the camp who doesn't know or hasn't heard of Rambo, so named by troops in the 10th Mountain Division. "He's definitely a legend on this camp," Sgt. Michael Sweet said. While Sweet, an Indiana National Guardsman, is a shift sergeant, it's abundantly clear that Rambo is the primary gatekeeper. In June 2003, when U.S. forces first rolled up to the front gate of what was then a Russian-Afghan transport company, Rambo was waiting. He hasn't left. Stories of Rambo permeate the base. Some are factual. Others are not. "This is my hooch," he says through an interpreter as he opens the door to a small, cramped room immediately off the front gate. His real name is Jamal Ud Din, born in Kabul "maybe 41 years ago," he said, to parents who moved to the capital from northern Afghanistan. After military service, Jamal Ud Din got a truck-driving job with the transport company. His trips took him all over the region: Iran, Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan, Tajikistan and Pakistan. It was during this time that he married his wife, Shahgull, who was a couple of years younger than he was. By Afghan standards, Jamal Ud Din had a good life. He had a steady job, an apartment, six children and a wife he adored. The turning point for Jamal Ud Din, he said, came several years ago when a rocket-propelled grenade apparently fired by a Taliban soldier slammed into his apartment, killing his wife. Jamal Ud Din remembers the time of day - 10 or 11 a.m. - but not the year. The Taliban captured Kabul in September 1996, but were beating back counterattacks for sometime afterward, so it could've been 1997. "We loved each other," Jamal Ud Din said of his wife, "which is why I will never remarry." Jamal Ud Din took his brood - four sons and two daughters - to Pakistan, where Shahgull has family. They remained there for about four years. "While I was in Pakistan, I saw President Bush and his wife on TV," Jamal Ud Din said. "They said: 'We will help Afghanistan. We will rebuild Afghanistan.' That's why I like Americans, and why I like to work for them." That commitment to his country prompted him to return to Kabul. Because Jamal Ud Din had sold his apartment, the only logical place to go, he figured, was his old workplace. His bosses didn't have a driver's job open, so they assigned him to the front gate - and he's been there ever since. "He takes a lot of work off of our hands," said Spc. David Young, who, like Sweet, is with Company C, 151st Infantry Battalion. Jamal Ud Din has an incredible capacity to remember faces, Sweet said. He always knows who belongs on base and who doesn't. If a stranger approaches, the man they call Rambo steps forward first to sort things out. And his lead pipe, wrapped in red tape, rarely leaves his hand, sending a subtle but convincing message not to cross him. The guy is dependable, too. Jamal Ud Din typically works from 5:30 a.m. to 8 p.m., every night. Last year, he can recall taking only two days off. Every fourth or fifth night, he'll visit his brother's house to see his daughter Zarmina, who is now 10. While Jamal Ud Din frets about his daughter, the troops worry about him. Jamal Ud Din's room is filled with gifts from well-meaning, young Americans. A general's driver from the previous rotation gave him a TV; a sergeant from the Indiana Guard bought him a space heater; and another current occupant of the base, a female soldier, presented him with a blanket, gloves and a black, wool hat with the name "Rambo" stitched across it. And that's only scratching the surface. There are several 12-pack soda boxes, instant soup, snacks, sunglasses and even a bottle of bubbles, the type that kids like to play with. Jamal Ud Din also has his own camouflage uniform. "They are always taking care of me," he said. The attention, he added, "makes me work harder and harder for them." For months after the Americans arrived, Jamal Ud Din refused to accept money. His company was already paying him, and he saw no reason to double dip. When his company quit paying him, he accepted the Americans' offer. Today, his monthly salary is $420, plus meals. "Have a good day, Rambo," Spc. David A. Pranger said after he delivered lunch to Jamal Ud Din. "He's not really military, but we bring him breakfast, lunch and dinner," Pranger added. "He's a cool guy. He's always here to greet us." Indeed, whenever a military vehicle - U.S. or coalition - enters or leaves the compound, the occupants inside get saluted. Jamal Ud Din patrols the area outside the gate with a vengeance because the area tends to attract locals looking for work or handouts. The compound is also situated along a busy street. Terrorists, he explained, "might attack the front gate with a car bomb." A couple of months ago, an Afghan fired on a French military vehicle. Jamal Ud Din sprang into action immediately and charged the armed man. Before he could disarm him, the French shot the man themselves. "I'm not scared," Jamal Ud Din said. "I feel like I am in the Army, so if I die, no problem." "Rambo is one of the most honest, genuine persons I have ever met," Sweet said. "He's worth every penny they pay him. He never complains." Jamal Ud Din hopes to soon get an apartment so he can move his five children back home. The pay he receives from the Army has helped him immeasurably, but he states he has no intention of abandoning his post any time soon. "Whenever the Americans leave, I will leave," he said. "As long as they want me to stay, I will stay." End." Good drills that man!