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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Was that Scotch with eggs?
MMMMMMMMMMMmm.......hungry......
Lunch Time!
It’s okay, I have to see a lawyer this week too.
I normally hate lawyers....But when I need one...
Do not panic.
I/We have panicked enough for everyone.
Rush was hit by a car this afternoon, around 4:30.
He is resting on the big dog bed right now, with the leg that was run over/dragged through gravel, thoroughly cleaned and bandaged. The biggest problem right now is the debris in the wounds.
He needs to have the bandages changed every day for the next 4 days while we figure out how his leg will heal. Apperently, dogs skin heals differently than ours.
Then, we can decide if he needs stitches on his skin.
My DH threw a tourniquet on him, and the vet said it might have saved his life.
Heh.
It could have been his head.
We are so lucky!
:-)
I know.
It’s addictive.
I know.
It’s addictive.
I know it twice more now.
It’s especially addictive in repeated doses.
Good luck, but don’t expect him to have learned anything from this incident. The only thing he’s likely to learn is how to milk his affliction for your sympathy.
Tell Rush “WOOF!” for me.
LOL. Good point.
More like we've learned. Not to let him out of our sight. ;-)
I understand. You're subscribing to "Rush, 24/7".
Nope. Wikipedia: A Scotch egg consists of a cold, hard-boiled egg removed from its shell, wrapped in a sausage meat mixture, coated in breadcrumbs, and deep-fried. The dish was invented by the London food shop Fortnum & Mason, in 1738.[1] Contrary to popular belief, it is not a Scottish dish. Scotch eggs are commonly eaten cold, typically with salad and pickles.
6 hard boiled eggs
1 lb. spicy sausage meat
1/2 tsp. dried thyme
1/2 tsp. dried basil
1/2 C flour, divided
1 C breadcrumbs
1 tsp. salt
2 tsp. pepper
1 tsp. paprika
2 eggs, beaten
oil for frying
Scotch Eggs
Makes 6 Eggs
Peel the eggs and set aside. Mix sausage and spices in a small bowl. Divide sausage into 6 equal portions, set aside. Mix breadcrumbs with salt, pepper and paprika, set aside.
Dry each egg with a paper towel, then roll lightly in flour to coat. Take one portion of sausage and using hands, shape a coating around the hard boiled egg, completely enclosing it (see photos). Roll in flour again, then dip in beaten egg then roll in breadcrumb mixture. Repeat with remaining eggs.
Heat about 2-3 inches of oil in a large skillet. Fry eggs, turning frequently, until golden brown on all sides. Drain on paper towels. Let cool slightly before serving. To serve, cut each in half and serve with some good mustard.
We lost a half-grown shepherd many years ago. He was gorgeous, and going to be BIG, but when he escaped the yard onto the highway, it wasn't enough.
Heh.
In more ways than one.
I’ll see you tomorrow Bob.
Thanks, eh?
We lost a half-grown shepherd many years ago. He was gorgeous, and going to be BIG, but when he escaped the yard onto the highway, it wasn't enough.
Thanks Rottn.
:-)
I’ll tell him.
We lost a half-grown shepherd many years ago. He was gorgeous, and going to be BIG, but when he escaped the yard onto the highway, it wasn't enough.
Stop me before I post again.
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