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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I keep wondering if it’s related to diabetes and blood sugar...seems to me like sugar kicks off the headaches more times than not.
Red wine and cheese will give you migraines. I don’t think it’s a sugar thing for me, because my blood sugar is seldom over 85.
So I can’t have cheese with my whine?
Maybe if it’s a mild cheese...
Or a white whine?
My father’s cousin (who died a couple of weeks ago) had migraines, and did quite a bit of research on what causes them. Of course, he would never give up smoking. Chris Buckley said his doctor told him that if he gave up smoking, he’d stop having migraines in five years ... and it worked!
The aforementioned cousin was quite wealthy and reclusive. (He’d been dead for some time before his neighbors called the police and the police eventually notified the relatives.) His last known will was dated 1985, when my father and grandfather were about the only relatives he was in contact with. We’re wondering if he left everything to my Dad! During the 90’s, he resumed contact with his sister and her children, so I’m sure he’d want them to benefit, but that will take some legal maneuvering. The surviving cousins don’t want anything except a few family mementoes.
The lesson is, keep your will up to date!
I just updated my will before I went to the class reunion. I usually do it every few years, or when something changes.
Like I’ve got a lot to worry about, right? With my miuyons and biuyons of dollars...;o]
LOL! At least you can make sure the right people get your petz, if you predecease them.
The most important thing for us was disposing of the children, of course. A family in Tulsa will end up with 16 children and a lot of money, if a meteor hits Der Prinz and me on the one occasion during the year when we’re together with no children.
Since my son has a learning disability, and has never had a really “good” job, I’m leaving his with the bulk of what I have.
My daughter’s husband is quite able to take care of her in the style to which she’d like to become accustomed, so there’s not much sense in giving her anything that would benefit my son more.
That may sound cold, but it’s only fair. If their situations were reversed, I’d leave the bulk of it to her.
I think it’s perfectly fair. Does your son like catz?
My son loves catz. His first pet was a kitten, and they had so much fun together.
We’ve always had catz and he has adopted them as his own...I told him he was the one who had to wear the cat hair at night, so if he wanted to put them under the covers, it was up to him!
One cat was named Beaker, after the Muppet character, and another was Sluggo.
He may even like the birdz, if they live long enough!
Good choice for your heir, then.
I’m off to watch “Our Solar System” with Vlad. I put him in his winter pajamas, and it really upset him for some reason. I had to find him a long sleeve shirt and sweat pants!
Yep, my son is a really good “kid.” He always has been. He’s also compassionate and empathetic.
He also cooks, cleans, and can mend his own clothes, and even knows how to wash clothes AND iron them!
My daughter is just now learning to cook...she’s always been with men who have done the cooking. LOL! (I should live so long!)
And with that, I’m headed for the warm flannels...g’night, FRiends!
Thank you. It's good to be back -- or will be when the jet-lag clears. Overslept this morning's 8 AM (PDT) teleconference and it was only after I'd sent a colorful apology to the group that I learned it had been canceled on Tuesday.
Guess I'm off to find what's happened in the world since Friday night.
Since last Friday? One of our lizards died, and we got a new one.
I wrote a poem or two. Or three.
You need one?
What did you write the poems about?
Wow. Thanks for posting this. Lots of heroes.
And a derivative work about “tin whiskers” based on the anti-war song “One Tin Soldier.”
Nothing to be very proud of. The last good one was upthread, called “Someone.”
Good morning. It’s trash day! We’re going to have pizza for supper.
My smart-aleckyness seems to be fully awake, but I will forgo the opportunity afforded by seeing “trash” and “pizza for supper” in the same statement.
We often do that, when the evening is busy with other things. The local pizza place knows us all by name.
I feel like the “let’s get Mikey; he won’t eat it” of the pizza industry.
LOL! We have frozen pizza. Red Baron, I think. They’ve improved.
We’ve got our neighbor’s toddler here this morning. He doesn’t have any brothers, and he can’t understand why Pat, James, and Vlad are following him around trying to give him things.
It’s clear to me.
He followed them home. Now they want to keep him.
They were unhappy when he went home. They’ll all be disappointed when the neighbors move, which will happen when their house is sold. The gentleman has already gone to his new job in northern Virginia, while the mom and baby are here until ... whenever.
They were good neighbors the last 4 years, except for their Rottweilers’ barking.
I’m home. It’s been a long day. My daughter did well, for a first-timer. I wanted to stay, but she was in good hands (her hubby) so I told her I would call her later.
Meanwhile, I need a stiff drink.
My dogs bark like deranged beasts whenever they have room for their voices to echo.
Otherwise, I’m probably a good neighbor.
Sigh. I have SO much catching up to do. There has apparently been a lot going on in the Anglican world and I see Huber has been busy posting and pinging. It will take a couple of hours at least to catch up.
But it looks like I better get used to the regime, because from here to June it's a week-long (or close) trip every month, with only one trip with (a) flight under 4 hours. I think I'm likely to reach elite status on more than one frequent flyer plan next year, possibly all three... *\:-(
Prayers still going up...
Meanwhile, I need a stiff drink.
Have some "Poblachd Saorsa," (in English, "Free Republic") the best whisky straight from The Official Distillery of the Undead ThreadTM.
It’s tough to “be there” for someone when you’re not all there with it yourself.
I’m glad you are both doing alright.
Thanks for sharing TC.
My daughter will appreciate the prayers, when she’s awake enough to understand what I’m saying. ;o]
I figured it was just one more time when I had to be “Mom.” Knowing that she needed me was quite a change from previous years.
But I’ll die on the vine tonight, for sure.
Thanks, Sweetie. I would never tell her what a strain it was for me, but I wouldn’t have missed the opportunity to give her some extra love.
Oh, you heard about that intraveinous vodka treatment, did you?
It does save a lot of needless walking.
Right now, I could really use a vodka boilermaker. ;o]
Sure! A nice upbeat one called "The New Job" (or something like that) -- sorry, DC!
It has been a wild week. First off, I think I might have mentioned some three weeks back that I had gotten the job I'd pitched to the higher-ups. I was a little concerned about some elements of it as presented to me (almost two weeks later) because the they didn't quite match reality -- but then again, I'm the one familiar with the committees and how they operate; these folks aren't. But overall it looked good, even if I got hit with some relatively heavy initial assignments (tests) -- they're opportunities to show what I can do.
Being a classic overachiever I overshot my first goal this week. The job was to go to a committee meeting in Germany and get myself placed on the board of directors. Not really a big deal, because I'm replacing the prior representative who left the company and he'd greased the skids for me. And did he ever -- I was elected to the Executive Board as Secretary. (It didn't hurt to be well-known and liked by these folks. "Finally we get minutes in good American English," said a wag.)
My bosses are really happy with that -- especially the one in Germany.
But this requires that I attend all meetings, not just the twice a year in the original plan. So this morning I receive a new copy of the plan, I open it... and it says I'm to be at all meetings. Hm. More flexible than I'd thought. (And ugh, 4 trips to Europe each year on top of all existing travel. I better get really used to jet lag!)
But being there so regularly makes my second goal, one that corporate thinks will be difficult, almost a slam-dunk. (I'll spare you the particulars.) It's a little bit political, a little bit technical, and a large part of keeping the right folks talking with each other, conveying the right messages.
But all in all, this is becoming the job of my dreams. Recent dreams, anyway: Once upon a time a job that involved not writing software in some quiet back room but instead inflicting lots of travel, writing magazine articles, public speaking, political negotiations, grasping giant standards in a single bound, etc., would have had me recoiling in horror.
But for now I have a job very few people can do -- I've probably got more job security than most folks my age in this corporation (and industry), and a whole lot more than someone who writes software in some quiet back room.
It looks like the hell of the past seven years here is over. I am rejoicing.
You are absolutely right.
The whole point of our struggles is to see every challenge as an opportunity to give more love.
Uh. Excuse my ignorance... what is that?
Unless one has been a really bad mother, there will always be a time when "Mom" is needed.
The whole point an element of our struggles is to see every challenge as an opportunity to give more Christian love.
But that's me.
That’s beer with vodka back, or mixed in. I like the vodka back approach. It makes me mellow!
I’m pleased that your daughter made it through successfully. I’m sure you were a comfort!
I’m going to be gone all day tomorrow, so don’t expect me between 7:30 and 6:30.
I’m waiting for some laundry to finish before going to bed The catz are exchanging mild hostilities.