Thought I would post part of a conversation I had with a good friend who served. I found it to be inspiring, yet sad. I wonder how many similar stories reside here.
Anyone who has the fighting spirit has a hero in them.
That’s what I truly believe.
I did some heroic sh** (that’s also a fact). I can admit that.
BUT, I did some crazy stupid stuff also.
My Hero’s are Gary Gordon and Randall (Randy) Shughart They were my Buds.
Gary got me that M4, Randy gave me some secret sh** (I’ll never tell).
These dudes KNEW they weren’t coming back but did that Hero sh** anyway.
We heard all transmissions over the radios, and we all knew it was a one way trip.
I did fight hard to get to them but couldn’t make it. We just took too many Casualties,
too many wounded piled up if we pressed any harder much longer THOSE guys would have died also. Sometimes it took the Officers the strength to make the hard call to break off.
In all honesty we looked @ each other and broke contact before we got the call.
We were shot to pieces. What wasn’t publicized was we lost more Vehicles than reported and each truck, Hummer had wounded in it, so we lost precious TIME and that’s why that convoy failed. We Failed. We went from (10) trucks and limped home w/ (4) stuffed with guy’s, piled on each other. Unbelievable Bro.
We got all our boys though not making a bad situation worse. No man left behind isn’t BS.
I rallied our little Troop and we took a sh** load of Skinnies down in the process. (that also wasn’t reported). It came to hand to hand at times, Brutal. But we rallied several…American Mean and those fuer’s paid a horrific price. That was when I got into a fnife fight and stabbed that f ker in the neck. My one and only time w/ a knife. Screwed me up good later on. I saw his lights go out. (I still do on bad nights.)
The BS Media worked against us even then. We had to be Careful. And that cost lives.
The Observer’s in the bird above us really screwed the pooch. They sent us down impassable streets. We got everything thrown at us. This is where I got my first (and last experience taking weapons and ammo from the dead. It got that bad. I had (16) mags! I had 480 rounds and I used them all man (and then some). The wounded kept handing us (4) guy’s their mags.
We were on our way home and then I got hit. Everything else is told by somebody else. From then on I was just plugging my wounds. Listening to my boys work on me.
And then I was put on a bird and evac’d. End of story. Marvelous Morphine! God bless her…
Wphew, Feel like I just relived it again. Sorry.
We are here for you. 
Oops… I knew that. I got caught up in the telling. Anyway, same same. 