That door-to-door hunt.
At each doorstep, an unwelcome greeting.
At each step, a surprise. At every instant possible maiming or death.
The quiet can only mean that any surprise will be unwelcome.
It is better to be in a firefight, then one can be secure in the knowledge they are among warriors.
To scamper among huts and be faced with children and mothers where one expected a terrorist is worse than the anticipation of a bullet.
It takes a fraction of a second to make that mistake that will take a lifetime of nightmares to eradicate.