Early morning, tired and restless after a long mission the previous day, we wake up around 8am to the sirens going off. 13+ incoming mortar rounds hit the base, enemy was killed by apache helicopters afterwards, called in by us. We then dismounted to the POO site (point of origin) to recover the dead bodies, collect any intel they had and to try to find the mortar tube they used. Took contact again on the ground with mortars, dshk, and RPGs. They didn’t want us to find anything, we were getting close to where they were all at. After the firefight, we went back to the truck and resupplied, thinking they were everywhere we were like, fuck. Higher up decide to send us back out again to try to find this tube, even though it was too dangerous and risky. I’m on point this time leading the whole team, at night, nvgs on, crazy. We eventually find the mortar tube, cleared it, took a quick pic and carried it back to the trucks. Night turned to day (the day I was supposed to fly back home, to the states) and we were still out there getting ready to return to base. After 30+ hours awake, no food, little water, we finally returned to base and I was finally able to take a nap and rest for a bit, before anything else crazy came up.