Allen October 25th, 2004
No PBS special will air.
And an NPR interview will not examine the thoughts of one improvised medic in Iraq.
But his story needs to be told anyway.
In The Combat Life Saver, the Questing Cat (a soldier serving in Iraq) was with his company checking out a quiet village during Ramadan.
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 ****ed 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?
Glass and sound rain down on me…I know it was bad, I have NEVER heard anything so loud and light debris is falling all around me. I get off the stairs, and get my ****ing helmet on. wouldn’t it ****ing figure, walk around ALL THE ****ING TIME WITH THAT THING ON AND THE ONE TIME I MIGHT REALLY HAVE NEEDED IT, I WAS RELAXING.
Questing Cat training as a Combat Life Saver (CLS) now kicks in and he goes to work saving one of his fellow soldiers from Tennessee. Read the entire article for the full details.
For those of a more delicate nature, the **** above are replacements for authentic GI slang. I guess the **** key was missing from the Questing Cat’s keyboard, so he had to use the words. Read at peril to your mortal ears.
And the moral to this story: Always wear the trauma plate accessory to your IBA.
Perusing though the comments and came across this posting that sums up a lot:
Nobody wins them all but you won this one. A Mom in Tennessee won’t get a neatly folded flag. That, young soldier, is a Big Deal. It’s a Big Deal to a family and it’s a Big Deal to the guys you serve with. Every swinging *** in your outfit knows something valuable, now. When the **** hits the fan and somebody goes down, they know that The Cat isn’t going to be ****ing the duck.
You didn’t fall apart, you remembered your training and you did your best and your best was good enough.
You done good. An award? Hell, some kid in Tennessee is gonna end up named after you.
[Via Mudville Gazette]