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’m better, thanks!
I have learned to keep a low profile when I really feel bad, as that seems the only way I can beat the CFIDS ~~ let it “win” for a few days!
At any rate, I don’t want to push my luck, so I’m heading off to bed. I’ll see y’all tomorrow.
And it’s LOCKED???
Oh. It’s a duplicate.
OK. I got it all, the Goulet, and the oboe. (What else is there...?)
G’night!
(They're expecting us to wear costumes at work tomorrow. Not sure I want to pull out the old William Wallace-style highlander outfit. Pleating up the kilt is a bit of a task.)
Good night moon!
Oboy!
Good Night!
And good morning!
Halloweed?
You stuffing that switch-grass into your fuel tank again?
My boss just got back from Jamaica...must have had some of the stories he was telling hanging out in the subconscious area!
However, these little mistakes pave the way for learning things we never wanted to know, such as:
Hi!
Not sure I want to ask...
Morning, all. I think I’m here. I’m better than yesterday ~ the nausea is almost gone, but things will have to wait one more day for me to do.
They aren’t going anywhere, so there is no rush.
Life is good!
Happy Wednesday!
Yes she is, I’m sure!
Tonight is the time for the “critters” to go forth and coerce treats from unsuspecting humanoid units.
Back in my younger days, we would take the kidlings and also a cocktail glass, hoping for a treat of our own!
LOL! Wednesday can sit in the window and glare at the neighbors with her baleful yellow eyes.
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