(You are sergeant Diapolo, commanding a convoy of shadow company through the desserts of Al-Mazrah, a zone out of Iran’s government. You are transporting ballistic missiles to an unknown buyer.)

It’s late at night, the convoy is going smoothly, until an Iranian truck gets in your way. The whole convoy is stopped as the only soldier who knows a little Iranian tries to speak with the driver…

Shadow 3-1: Come on, out of the way! Ya…Yataharak!

Erickson: His Iranian is horrible…