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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Hey! That’s my line! LOL!
My whip is ready, Master...
;o]
Actually, I think I'm the one getting the "whippin'" right now. This temp job I took is a fairly serious analog to watching paint dry. I can hardly wait until Nov. 1st when I start my "real" job.
Not sure how much time that one is going to allow me to play online though. Could be a rather packed first couple of weeks.
It usually takes about two weeks to get comfortable with a new job, and once you know what’s expected, you may end up with more free time than you think. Unless they promote you right away!
You’ve only got to “endure” this one for another week.
Too early for that. An interesting combination of clouds and grey/pink light. Only lasted for a couple of minutes.
Day's already getting busy. My very public goof discovered yesterday is being cleaned up by the society office, I already have yet another writing assignment, and a phone call with my German boss is impending...
Ah. I forget how late the sun rises this time of year in WA. Although I DO like the summers...
And I need to get outside and start making molehills out of the mountain of stuff I have out there.
(Is this Monday?)
Dear Alcohol,
First and foremost, let me tell you that I’m a huge fan of yours. As my friend, you always seem to be there when needed. The perfect g ift, post-work cocktail, a beer at the game, and you’re even around at the holidays (hidden inside chocolates as you warm us when we’re stuck in the midst of endless family gatherings). However, lately I’ve been wondering about your intentions. While I want to believe that you have my best interests at heart, I feel that your influence has led to some unwise consequences:
1. Phone Calls:
While I agree with you that communication is important. I question the suggestion that any conversation after 2 a.m. can have much substance or necessity. Why would you make me call my ex’s? Especially when I know, for a fact, they DO NOT want to hear from me during the day, let alone all hours of the night.
2. Eating:
Now, you know I love a good meal. But, why do you suggest that I eat a taco with chili sauce along with a big Italian meatball and some stale chips (washed down with wine & topped off with a Kit Kat AFTER a few cheese curls & chili cheese fries)? I’m an eclectic eater but, I think you went too far this time.
3. Clumsiness:
Unless you’re subtly trying to tell me that I need to do more yoga to improve my balance, I see NO need to hammer this issue home by causing me to fall down. It’s completely unnecessary, and the black & blue marks that appear on my body mysteriously the next day are beyond me. Similarly, it should never take me more than 45 seconds to get the front door key into the lock.
4. Furthermore:
The hangovers have GOT to stop! This is getting ridiculous. I know a little penance for our previous evening’s debauchery may be in order. But, the 3 p.m. hangover immobility is completely unacceptable. My entire day is shot. I ask that if the proper precautions are taken (water, vitamin B, bread products, aspirin) prior to going to sleep/passing out (face down on the kitchen floor with a bag of popcorn or wherever). The hangover should be minimal and in no way interfere with my daily activities.
Alcohol, I have enjoyed our friendship for some years now and would like to ensure that we remain on good terms. You’ve been the invoker of great stories, the provocation for much laughter, and the needed companion when I just don’t know what to do with the extra money in my pockets.
In order to continue this friendship, I ask that you carefully review my grievances above and address them immediately. I will look for an answer no later than Friday 3 p.m. (pre-happy hour) on your possible solutions. And hopefully we can continue this fruitful partnership.
Thank you,
Your Biggest Fan
I like that so much, I stuck it in the Undead File. One of these days, I’ll have to print the entire thing. I wonder how many pages it will make....?
I need to get outside for a bit. I’ll be back!
Summers are wonderful here.
Until the temps climb out of the 60s.
Tempus fugit! We’ll have to do dramatic readings tomorrow.
It didn’t rain on our run, unfortunately.
numerous offspring??? HOW MANY???
sounds like Halloween is a BIG deal at your casa.
fyi, you ought to see the elaborate costumes sewed for Latino children in our village.
last year one little boy (age 5-6??) showed up in a parrot costume with REAL feathers, which were individually sewed on!!!
free dixie,sw
*groan*
I think I hurt myself out there. Dang. Gotta take something for the pain. I’m only about 2/3 done. I HAVE to finsih it tomorrow.
Eight children, general. We’ve decided to shave the little boys’ heads again; then they can wear their camouflage sweatsuits and be United States Marines.
Most years we go out for supper, because it’s Tom’s birthday, and then we have his cake at the back of the house so it doesn’t look like we’re home. However, this year the kids started nagging about costumes around February, so we made a different plan! Most of the stuff came from the Salvation Army store.
We had a sunny and unseasonably warm day yesterday. But the drizzle moved back in today. Aaaaaahhhhhhh!
Until the temps climb out of the 60s.
You must have cold blood.
Don’t hur... too late. *\:-(
Nope. It's my hot Scottish blood...
I always have to wear a ton of sunscreen in the summer, so my fair Irish skin doesn’t burn. I’d still prefer that to cold or rain, though.
I just went out with the little girls to pass out flyers for my Town Council candidate, and it started raining!
I guess I’ll do the seams for Tom’s Spirit of Kudzu robe, instead.
Thanks, sion.
I can look out there and see the difference, and I just threw out probably 20 boxes, and transferred the contents to plastic tubs and crates.
The bad thing is that many of the boxes were infested with crickets, and a black widow. So I’ll go out there in a bit and give the patio a good spray.
I didn’t realize I had been working so hard until I started to get nauseated. Come to find out, I’d been out there almost 90 minutes. I was only planning on an hour.
The GOOD news is, I found some winter clothes and my Halloween socks! AND! *drum roll* My refrigerator dough bowl! (Cinnamon rolls for Christmas morning!)
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