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2004.10.24

Combat Life Saver

Greyhawk excerpted a Questing Cat post that's entirely too good not to help spread the word about. I'm going to excerpt it a little differently than Greyhawk did, and then I'm not going to post anything else for the rest of the day.

The army started a training system, a system to try and back up the combat medic. They call it the Combat Life Saver, or CLS. A line soldier given just that extra bit of first aid training, so that if the situation calls, and there is no medic handy they can leap into action, and administer the most desperately needed care. ...

My day started off so normal. ... Very rarely does any shit go down in this town. It is quiet and we like it that way. ...

You want to know the most terrible moment of a disaster? It is that split second when it begins. When all of a sudden there is a bright flash, that is nothing special except that it is the big break with reality to the fucked up world you are about to begin. A split second of bright light, and for the briefest second, there is no thought in your head, everything in you braces for....for what?

[...]

What the FUCK happened?

VBED goes around in shouts around our perimeter, Casualties go around. Then MY name goes around. Our convoy has no medics and 3 CLS. 2 of those CLS are on the CO's Bradley crew. I'm the third. FUCK. My name is being screamed. Someone is hurt. You’re on kiddo. FUUUUUCK.

[...]

WHERE THE FUCK IS THE CHOPPER?

[...]

CHOPPERS! FUCKING THANK GOD!

[...]

I ride the gun, because I want some time to think. I ride the gun so no one can look directly at me if I break. I ride the gun, so if the opportunity presents itself, if there is call, then I can cause the absolute maximum damage possible. I want to cleanse myself in fire. ...

[...]

UPDATE
Well, my buddy is still under serious observation. The swelling is too bad to accurately assess damage, but he can see apparently. They can't move him until they are sure. ...

Also, he had a bruise on his chest. I didn't notice it at the time, but apparently a large chunk of metal from the VBED nailed him in the chest as well. But thank God I didn't have to treat a sucking chest wound. He like all of us out here has the trauma plate to our IBAs.

What happened to him puts into perspective something I've been seeing all along. That fucking vest we wear has proved it's fucking worth. The damn thing adds like 10 degrees to every hot day, the plates limit your range of motion and add like 20 fucking pounds to your regular load. Those things are horrid, and they are killing my back, giving me pains I never had before. All sorts of soreness in our lower backs. If you watch the movie Black Hawk Down, you see a Ranger pull the plate out of his back saying he didn't want the extra weight. All I can say is that I am keeping mine in.

[...]

The only parts hurt on this kid were parts not covered by his IBA. That shit works, I'd buy stock in it. I will gladly continue to wear my plates and stop complaining.

This shit has me so freaked out. I'm not scared for me; I'm scared of what could have happened. I am so glad this kid had his plates. Long before any of us got there, those things saved his ass. They save lives all over Iraq.

Thanks again Kerry, you shit, for voting against them.

Read the whole thing here. Go. Read. It. All.

Just another day in the life of an American Warrior. The Soldier whose life The Cat helped save pulled through thanks to equipment Senator John F Kerry didn't think he deserved to be wearing. ("I voted for it before I voted against it.") Think, damn it! If what John Kerry did to the Viet Nam generation isn't enough to keep you from voting for him, think about the current generation of warriors. Do they matter? Have they earned your respect? They believe in what they're doing and they believe in George Bush. Think about that.

This post will remain at the top of my blog for the remainder of the day.

Posted by Bill Faith on October 24, 2004 at 01:48 AM in Jean Fraud Kerry, The American Warrior | Permalink


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Great site! I'm trying to confirm whether or not NAMBLA (North American Men/Boy Love Association) has in fact endorsed Kerry... I heard they did, but I can't confirm it via a link... Have you heard anything about this? Thanks again! Tupelo, Mississippi

Posted by: Andy | Oct 30, 2004 10:22:23 AM

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