US IRAN WAR 2

US, Iran War Include Arab Country

My Uncle Flew F-16s for the UAE. My Cousin Ran Radar in Iran. My Brother Fixed Drones in Nevada. One Night, All Three Looked at the Same Sky.

Three uniforms. Three countries. One sky.

Uncle: UAE Air Force. Al Dhafra. F-16 pilot. 18 years.

Cousin: Iranian Air Defense. Bandar Abbas. Radar tech. 11 years.

Brother: U.S. Air Force. Creech. Drone mechanic. 6 years.

Family dinner was complicated.

Eid 2024. Dubai. We all flew in.

Uncle in kandura. Cousin in jeans. Brother in hoodie.

No politics at table. Mom’s rule.

“You’re family first,” she said. “Governments second.”

We agreed. We ate. We laughed.

*Uncle said: “I protect Gulf.”*

*Cousin said: “I protect home.”*

*Brother said: “I protect pilots.”*

*Same word. Different sky.*

*June 24, 2026. 2:09am Gulf time.*

*Uncle’s phone: “Scramble. Unidentified drones. Strait of Hormuz.”*

*Cousin’s phone: “Alarm. U.S. fighters in airspace. Track and report.”*

*Brother’s phone: “Bird down. Reaper lost link. Sector 7G. Fix now.”*

*3 men. 3 phones. 1 sky. 1 minute.*

*Uncle took off. F-16. Call sign: Falcon 3.*

*Cousin powered radar. Bavar-373. Screen lit.*

*Brother opened laptop. Diagnostic. “Link lost over Hormuz.”*

*2:17am. Uncle: “Tally 2. Slow movers. No IFF. Engaging.”*

*2:17am. Cousin: “Tracks: 2 F-16s. UAE. Locking. Standby.”*

*2:17am. Brother: “It’s ours. Reaper. Friendly. Don’t

Too late.

*Missile from Falcon 3.

*Missile from Bavar-373.

*Reaper in middle.*

*Sky lit up.*

*Reaper gone. Debris.*

*F-16 wing hit. Uncle ejects. Gulf water. 3am.*

*Radar site hit. Counter-strike. Cousin in bunker. Alive. Deaf 2 days.*

*Brother watched feed die. Screen: “SIGNAL LOST.”*

*Then news:*

*UAE: “F-16 downed defending airspace. Pilot recovered. Iranian aggression.”*

*Iran: “Radar site struck. U.S./UAE joint operation. 4 dead.”*

*U.S.: “Drone lost in contested airspace. No personnel risk.”*

*No personnel risk.*

*Except uncle. In hospital. Abu Dhabi. Broken back.*

*Except cousin. In hospital. Bandar Abbas. Burst eardrums.*

*Except brother. In room. Nevada. Broken.*

*He called me. 5pm my time. Quetta.*

*“I built it,” he said. “I fixed it. I watched it die.”*

*“Who shot it?”*

*“Both of them.”*

*“Did they know?”*

*“Uncle didn’t know it was ours. Cousin didn’t know uncle was there. I didn’t know either of them were awake.”*

*Week later, Dubai again.*

*Hospital room. Uncle. Back brace. Morphine.*

*Cousin flew in. Medical visa. Iran to UAE. War pause.*

*Ears bandaged. Couldn’t hear well.*

*Brother came. Civilian clothes. No uniform.*

*Three of them. Same room. No sky.*

*Uncle looked at cousin. “You shoot me?”*

*Cousin read lips. Nodded. “You shoot drone?”*

*Uncle nodded.*

*Brother looked at both. “I built drone.”*

*Silence.*

*Then uncle laughed. Pain. Drugs. Grief.*

*“We are stupid family,” he said. “We fight over sky we all share.”*

*Cousin took paper. Wrote. Couldn’t hear own voice.*

*“At Eid, we had plov. Now we have plov in lungs.”*

*Brother pulled phone. Photo. 2024. Eid. Four of us. Me taking picture.*

*“We were here,” he said. “Before maps.”*

*Uncle took phone. Zoomed. Background. TV.*

*News. 2024. “Rising tensions in Gulf.”*

*“It was already there,” he said. “We just didn’t look.”*

*They sat. Hours.*

*No uniforms. No flags. Just backs. Ears. Hands.*

*All broken by same minute.*

*Uncle retired. Teaches kids. Flight sim. No missiles.*

*Cousin discharged. Medical. Repairs radios. Civilian.*

*Brother quit. Works at airport. Quetta. Fixes luggage belts. “Less altitude.”*

*Group chat renamed: “Brothers Not Radars.”*

*Rule: No sky talk. Only food.*

*Yesterday, uncle sent pic. Plov. Abu Dhabi.*

*Cousin sent pic. Plov. Bandar Abbas.*

*Brother sent pic. Plov. Nevada. Takeout. Bad.*

*I sent pic. Plov. Quetta. Mom’s.*

*Caption: “One pot. Four spoons. No sky.”*

*If you have family,*

*Different uniforms,*

*Same blood,*

*Take photo.*

*At table.*

*Before sky*

*Calls you.*

Because “airspace”

Has uncle in it.

And “target”

Has cousin in it.

And “no personnel risk”

Has brother

Who built

What killed

Both.