Posted on 09/23/2007 7:46:56 AM PDT by paulat
Unexploded Rocket-Propelled Grenade Impales Army Private in Afghanistan By RUTH REISS
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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
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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 go to bed because it’s all I can do, even though I can’t sleep through a headache.
' Um, If menopause hasn't set in, why should a conditional result occur...?
In my case it didn't require menopause. A good thing, considering...
Um, well, if I may rephrase that correctly... there are still some of us good-fer-nuthin' louts around who appreciate good wives!
Good night, all!
I find that my writing sessions don't last very long if I don't breathe.
Good Night sionnsar!
I never had a problem breathing when we were down....but then again, we made our own air.
I’m no good at that. I can make water though.
LOL....
Good morning, everyone!
Girl Scouts this afternoon; I need to get the girls’ uniforms up to date.
Morning, TC!
My brother is going to take me to breakfast!
(I just don’t know when...)
Very nice of your brother! I hope you feel better today. We might get rain - then I’ll feel better!
I’m still feeling a ittle rocky, but my brother and his wife want to leave for a wedding in Utah by 0800 PDT
Ooops! Cancel that...he just called saying the wedding is at 4:00 PM instead pf 6:00 PM, so they are leaving now.
It’s probably just as well. I doubt I could hold breakfast...
At least you got to see your brother yesterday. You should go lie down with some catz until you feel better!
I think I will. But not just yet.
They are having “play time,” which translates as “Pandemonium Time.”
That sounds like my boys!
Shannon has been trying to get Wednesday to play with her, but it doesn’t work. Wednesday just calls her rude names and goes off to lie down (near the food!).
LOL!
Calvin gets a little boistrous, and I have to watch them because he’s twice the size of Hobbes.
She tries to fight him, but she gets squished. He pins her down.
Calvin sounds like James! I have to keep him from crushing Vlad *and* Pat.
Boys will be boys!
They’re funny when they start out, but the game soon escalates. I hope time will temper it. Hobbes is a couple of years older than Calvin, so she’s ready to “settle down.” He’s still a “kid,” and wants to play.
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