One Iraqi at the time
A few days ago (it is always a few days ago), one of our units conducted combat operations in a town north east of Baghdad. In one of the raids, a soldier found a family hiding something. As the soldier went searching for what it was the family became agitated and it was noticed by the Platoon Sergeant and then after all the fuzz, they found a little girl of about 5 years old, under a blanket with burnt marks all over her body. Later was discovered that it was a fire inside the house and the little girl was just lucky to be alive. There is something VERY, VERY strange that happens to a soldier when you hear the screams of "Medic, Medic." Everything becomes a target, including YOU, you are alert and your heart beats a million miles a minute. The Medic, a 19 year old soldier that has seen more war that most countries see in a life time, rushed to the location were the screams were coming from. He found what the family was hiding. The little girl had scars and infections and everything that comes with that type of injuries, and if you add the primitive conditions of some towns in rural Iraq, you get the picture.
The Medic, called for the doctor, the doctor did what he could and left some medicine and bandages for the little girl. He explained that she will need more care and needed to be taken to a hospital.
The Operation was over and the soldiers went back to the FOBs (Forward Operating Base). Next day, the doctor took a smaller patrol and went back to the village to check if the little girl was responding to the medicine and to see if there was any change on her condition.
That same day, one national that works with us was trying to catch a cab to the city and saw that the convoy of Americans were going to the same location as of yesterday. After returning from work he went to a coffee shop where the topic of the day was that the Americans had either taken the little girl or they had been here for more that 6 hours working on her.
NEXT DAY our Iraqi worker was waiting for a cab to the city and saw a patrol of Americans going to the same location of the last two days. And again, that evening at the coffee shop the topic was the risk the Americans were taking for JUST ONE OF THEM.
I AM SERVING WITH THE BEST OUR COUNTRY HAS EVER GIVEN.
6 Comments:
What a nice story. Warms my heart.
That is a beautiful story.
God bless all of you and the little girl too.
Sending my fave troops a few more hugs! =)
...and a few more! =)
It is hard to believe!
I am sorry, I should say thank you.
If you don't know what you did let me tell you; you have just saved an american soldier life or saved some convoy from being bombed, you have win a battle against hatred.
xoxoxo!!!
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