Skip to comments.Military Medical Team Makes the 'Toughest Call' (GI IMPALED BY BOMB - courage abounds!!!)
Posted on 09/23/2007 7:46:56 AM PDT by paulat
Unexploded Rocket-Propelled Grenade Impales Army Private in Afghanistan By RUTH REISS
One RPG skidded past Lt. Mariani's vehicle. All of the vehicles had to quickly get out of the "kill zone." But before they could get to safety, two rockets hit Pvt. Moss' Humvee.
Staff Sgt. Eric Wynn, 33, the soldier in the front passenger seat, felt one slice through his face. Moss remembers the truck practically lift up. He was thrown up against the Humvee and then moved to return fire.
"I smelled something smoking and I looked down ... and I was smoking," he said.
Wynn turned to tell Moss where to fire and saw the tail fins of the RPG sticking out of Moss' side.
Roughly the length of a baseball bat, an RPG travels at the speed of a bullet. At the front end is the warhead -- a large grenade. The detonator and fuel are contained in the shaft. On the back are its fins, pieces of metal that stick out like legs on a camera tripod. The RPG is the weapon of choice for many of the world's guerillas.
Luckily for Moss, the company medic Spc. Jared Angell, 23, who the soldiers call "Doc," was in his Humvee
A Human Bomb The RPG that had plowed into Moss' lower abdomen stretched from one hip to the other. If the RPG went off, it would kill everyone within 30 feet of him. Yet Angell stayed close, bandaging his wounds and stabilizing the weapon so that movement wouldn't cause it to explode.
Moss was still fully conscious, so Angell ordered him to not look down at the injury. He didn't want Moss to panic.
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Thanks! Prayers help!
Retroactive healing prayers.
You'll be feeling better before we know it.
LoM’s praying too — still some time before she arrives home.
One never knows what one will find when googling "Monkey Face"
There are excellent reasons to quickly reduce our reliance on fossil fuels outside of Kyoto: We're running out of them; burning them pollutes our environment; and the less we have to rely on the unstable Mideast for oil, the better it will be for global security.
But we can no longer pretend Kyoto's the way to get there or we'll end up where we are now -- running in circles.
Yikes! I Googled "sionnsar" and found this:
Sionnsar Sìthe MhicCruimein
Tha an sgeulachd seo air a h-ath-sgrìobhadh bhon sgeulachd a chaidh fhoillseachadh ann an Leabhraichean-leughaidh Blackie, leis a' Chomunn Ghaidhealach.
Cha chualas riamh air thalamh sionnsar bu bhrèagha ceòl na an sionnsar airgid a fhuair MacCruimein bhon bhean-shìthe. An uair a bha esan a' pìobaireachd na aonar, ann an lagan uaine ris an canar gus an là an-diugh, 'Slochd nam Pìobairean', thàinig am boireannach bu bhòidhche a chunnaic e riamh thuige. Cho luath is a chunnaic MacCruimein am boireannach sguir e de chluich na pìoba mòire; agus mus do a bhàsaich mac-talla a' chiùil sna beanntan mun cuairt, thuirt i ris:
Thug do mhaise is ceòl do phìoba
leannan-sìthe air do thòir;
sìneam dhut an sionnsar airgid
a bhios binn gun chearb dod mheòir.
Fhad gu bràth 's a nì thu chumail
cha tig cunnart ann ad chòir;
là is bliadhna triall fo gheasaibh,
It's Scottish Gaelic and it talks about one of the saddest songs in Gaeldom (and there is NOBODY more skilled at sad songs than the Gael!), "Cha Til MacCrimmon" ("MacCrimmon, home, no more returning") -- composed by one if the bagpipe greats, the evening before he died on a battlefield and proved his prophecy.
Given title translates roughly as "The ghost-chanter of MacCrimmon" ("chanter" being the melodic portion of the pipes).
Wow! Go figger! A red X in a box, under “Monkey Face.” Whodathunkit?
Then again, my easy-going morning just got blasted to smithereens...
Slow moving is OK with me. There’s a lot of that going around this morning. *yawn*
Wish I had time for *yawn* — but I have research to do.
Now ya got me doin’ it.
I think I’ll just stay right here until I have to get up.
Nothing like being lazy when your mind is like molasses in January.
I guess I’ll join you two.
You may as well. Maybe if we have a quorum, we can move something. Or not.
But by magic, it returns!
Thanks! I like it!
Wish I could be lazy, though my mind is like that today.
I move we not...? *\;-)