The first thing I could remember was Lameyer's curdled call for help, only three feet behind me. His blood and voice brought me back to the moment. Arentz ran up to me and Told me to get on the radio and tell cp we had been hit by an IED. Still Laying on the ground not sure if i; myself had even had shrapnel in me, I yelled in panic over the comms... "IED!!!!" I pulled myself around the corner as ash and dirt fell from the sky... the Air around me was hot and filled my lungs with fire.
I noticed Geurrero's wasted body in the center of the road. A tear formulated and fell down my cheek. " Not Tony" I told myself. I fell to one knee and began searching and assessing. I believe Trainoir ran out into the street and dragged Guerrero into some ladies yard while SGT. Negrete pulled Lameyer into a barber shop. The rest of the squad posted security.... we even had one marine try to find the man who blew us up. I started running between the two casualties collection points getting kill cards and bringing the wounded water, and making sure they weren't dying on us. I passed all the info over the radio; even had some flairs pop to let them know where we were. We felt a lone out there... I grabbed Guerrero's hand and held it tight as he told me "I'm scared... I'm scared..." His face was unrecognizable and blood kept pumping out of burn holes. All I could say was, "I'm going to get you out of here buddy.. I love you"
the trucks showed up and took Guerrero and Lameyer but they didn't have enough room for the rest of us. I said "fuck it we are leaving." No one questioned my demand, but followed suit. We picked up and ran as fast as we could back to the main FOB. Once out on the street I realized Sgt Negrete was wounded as well with sharp to his face and hands.... and Arentz's leg did not look to good either. But we had to keep moving. We noticed parallel to us were men with ak47's on each side of the street following us and closing in. We halted and were prepared with what we had for the coming ambush but it turned out that they were Iraqi Police making sure we didn't get hit by an ambush. Once inside the FOB we had to strip down naked too see if any of us had wounds we didn't notice. For the most part we all good. I laid in my rack, both bunks to the left and right of me were empty.... I wondered when it would be my turn.
I noticed Geurrero's wasted body in the center of the road. A tear formulated and fell down my cheek. " Not Tony" I told myself. I fell to one knee and began searching and assessing. I believe Trainoir ran out into the street and dragged Guerrero into some ladies yard while SGT. Negrete pulled Lameyer into a barber shop. The rest of the squad posted security.... we even had one marine try to find the man who blew us up. I started running between the two casualties collection points getting kill cards and bringing the wounded water, and making sure they weren't dying on us. I passed all the info over the radio; even had some flairs pop to let them know where we were. We felt a lone out there... I grabbed Guerrero's hand and held it tight as he told me "I'm scared... I'm scared..." His face was unrecognizable and blood kept pumping out of burn holes. All I could say was, "I'm going to get you out of here buddy.. I love you"
the trucks showed up and took Guerrero and Lameyer but they didn't have enough room for the rest of us. I said "fuck it we are leaving." No one questioned my demand, but followed suit. We picked up and ran as fast as we could back to the main FOB. Once out on the street I realized Sgt Negrete was wounded as well with sharp to his face and hands.... and Arentz's leg did not look to good either. But we had to keep moving. We noticed parallel to us were men with ak47's on each side of the street following us and closing in. We halted and were prepared with what we had for the coming ambush but it turned out that they were Iraqi Police making sure we didn't get hit by an ambush. Once inside the FOB we had to strip down naked too see if any of us had wounds we didn't notice. For the most part we all good. I laid in my rack, both bunks to the left and right of me were empty.... I wondered when it would be my turn.
philia:
this is really good. 