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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Good Night fanfan!
God bless you and thank you for your service.
Good morning. Running the vacuum here; catz are upset!
Then it will be time to run.
So, to all of our service personnel, thank you, and God bless and keep you. Thank you for my freedom.
Good Morning!
The dogz love the vacuum....I never hear them bark so loudly.
I’m sorry, Sis! It was a stressful day for me. I’ll try to stay on longer today.
*HUG*
They’re going to move her to a different hospital tomorrow, then she’ll have surgery on Friday, from the sounds of things. They need to get her pain stabilized.
So I probably won’t be here Friday until later. She thinks she won’t come out of the anesthesia, so I’m going to hold her hand.
Morning, rottie!
We’ll miss you! I hope everything goes smoothly for both of you.
I’m sure it will. I have great faith in the healing properties of the human body, and with today’s technical advances, I’m relieved that she’s having the surgery here, and not in some country with socialized medicine.
Besides: I plan on doing some praying... :o])
So will I!
Oh, look, here’s a kitten on my foot. She chased her ball under the desk.
Wednesday has vanished.
LOL!
Kittens keep feet warm!
Yes, but she thought my toes were more interesting than the ball!
LOL!
I’m going to do a “TC” and head for Wal-Mart. Be back soon!
Here’s a little language humor to fill your afternoon, if it needs fillin’: Eggcorns!
Lookee what I found:
Many, Many Funny Kitty Pix!
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-chat/1726059/posts
Look what I found! Mondegreens!
http://www.sfgate.com/columnists/carroll/mondegreens.shtml
True story: There’s a Christian pop song that includes the words, “You’ve stolen my heart with your love ... you’re the king of the world,” which we’ve been hearing as “You’ve stolen my horse with your club ... you’re the king of the wolves.”
People should enunciate!
I had a cat that loved Igor’s smelly shoes. The odor was akin to catnip evidently, because the cat would play as far into the shoe he could get, then race around doing kitty antics for the next 30 minutes.
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