speed_addiction
11-27-2003, 07:25 PM
When I was in Desert Storm, we escorted a medevac out to a Blackhawk that had crashed.
The medevac Huey took some fire as it landed to pick a couple of wounded soldiers. Because of the fire and the perimeter the uninjured soldiers had set up, not everyone made it on board. Our Blackhawk set down and my squad bailed out making room for more injured troops. We actually
dragged a couple to the helicopter.
I have two very unique scars on my face. One across my nose and one on the side of my next to the bottom of my left ear.
In 1996 I wind up in prison. I get bitten by a brown recluse before I am there a week and wind up in the hospital. When I get released I am being driven back by a CO. He kept looking at my scars and finally asked if I had been in the Army. I answered yes, then he asked me about Desert Storm. I said yes again. The he asked me about the rescue.
It turned out that I had dragged his ass onto our Blackhawk.
He always wondered what had happened to us. We had stayed behind so that more wounded and injured soldiers could be flown out. My squad was all wearing Oakleys and of course our Kevlar Helmets so he had not seen any of our faces very well, but he had remembered my scars.
This CO did what he could for me the whole time I was there.
Phone calls, kept me from being harrassed, bottom bunk pass, soft shoe restriction. Did nothing illegal, but treated me with respect. Funny thing, though. I never did remember his face from what happened in Desert Storm. Never really saw it.
The medevac Huey took some fire as it landed to pick a couple of wounded soldiers. Because of the fire and the perimeter the uninjured soldiers had set up, not everyone made it on board. Our Blackhawk set down and my squad bailed out making room for more injured troops. We actually
dragged a couple to the helicopter.
I have two very unique scars on my face. One across my nose and one on the side of my next to the bottom of my left ear.
In 1996 I wind up in prison. I get bitten by a brown recluse before I am there a week and wind up in the hospital. When I get released I am being driven back by a CO. He kept looking at my scars and finally asked if I had been in the Army. I answered yes, then he asked me about Desert Storm. I said yes again. The he asked me about the rescue.
It turned out that I had dragged his ass onto our Blackhawk.
He always wondered what had happened to us. We had stayed behind so that more wounded and injured soldiers could be flown out. My squad was all wearing Oakleys and of course our Kevlar Helmets so he had not seen any of our faces very well, but he had remembered my scars.
This CO did what he could for me the whole time I was there.
Phone calls, kept me from being harrassed, bottom bunk pass, soft shoe restriction. Did nothing illegal, but treated me with respect. Funny thing, though. I never did remember his face from what happened in Desert Storm. Never really saw it.