the size of a closet. so here your, these five soldiers in a humvee. can you leave? no. and we all knew that sooner or later, the firepower is going to breach. a rocket-propelled grenade hits nearby. it disabled the humvee s big gun and seriously wounds the men inside. it just sounded like a truck hitting another truck, just loud and metallic. and i remember feeling the impact on the side of my face like somebody slapping me as hard as they could. i didn t know if i lost consciousness, but i definitely was stunned to the point where i forgot where i was. once my eyes were open and i saw what was going on, it was like, holy crap, i m alive, i m still in. this it wasn t a night mire. i checked myself for holes and i didn t find any at the time.
this it wasn t a night mire. i checked myself for holes and i didn t find any at the time. i remember hearing martin cursing, yelling this burns so bad. he got peppered really bad with shrapnel. that i think was the time when giagos started making the decision that we needed to get out of there. on the other side of the outpost, staff sergeant clint romesha approves a plan to use a truck and a .50 caliber machine gun to rescue the men in the humvee. sergeant joshua hart and two others volunteered. i remember talking to hart about before he goes over there, he needs to find a good position to put that truck in, because that was one thing i tried to teach the guys, dead bodies attract more dead bodies. if you go do the same position that someone else is getting shot at, you re going to be shot at, too. romesha monitors the radio as hart s rescue team talks to