Art La Flamme

Part of my daily routine has me in a briefing when our Division talks about its hero of the day. My God — these stories often just tear my heart out.

The Army truck hits a mine. Soldier A gets out — I’ll call him Jones — to pull security. He steps on a mine, and it tears him apart. Soldiers B — I’ll call him Smith — runs to his aid.

Think about it. Smith just saw Jones step on a mine. Which means that there likely are more mines in the area. And he runs to Jones. Holy crap. $10 says Smith didn’t think — he just did what we’ve all been trained to do.

He starts giving Jones medical aid. He’s not even a medic. He realizes that the femoral artery in Jones’ leg is causing the bleeding. Which can be fatal, quickly, as it’s the biggest artery in the body. He’s on it like white on rice, and even more, he’s calling to his NCO to pass work that Jones need medical evacuation right fucking now, and that he needs surgery right fucking now. He gets Jones to the truck and they start moving — fast — to get him to the awaiting surgeons.

On the way, Smith keeps at helping his buddy. He finds more wounds, and he corks them up the best he can. He tells the driver to turn on the heat — can’t have Jones go into shock. He gets him from the vehicle into surgery and stays to provide all the details he can, knowing the docs will need to know about the attack if they are going to be able to swiftly focus their efforts on his medical needs.

There were probably 15 different things that Smith could have not done, or done wrong. Things that would have killed Jones. But he didn’t. He did everything, and he did it right. Jones is still with among the living.

A couple of weeks ago, we had a big truck roll off the side of the road and into a water-filled canal. With a bunch of guys trapped in the back of the vehicle, and it filled with water. An NCO in the vehicle behind them, without regard for anything other than what needed to be done, jumped his happy ass into that water, got the back open and the guys out, and then went inside to make sure all had made it out alive. The NCO could have died, for any of a dozen different reasons, but he did it anyway. All of those guys in the back would have died, for sure.

And then there’s Dr. John Pryor. A reservist, an Army doctor. He drove from Philadelphia to NY on 9/11, to help out. He was on his second tour here in Iraq — in northern Iraq, not far from where I am — when he was killed in a recent mortar attack. Recent — as in on Christmas Day.

Go read the article. That he was willing to serve just baffles me. That he was willing to go to Iraq — to go back to Iraq — just baffles me. And that he lost his life in service to the nation — that just tears my heart.

I don’t know if you hear these tales. I hear them every day. Our military is filled with them, and new ones are generated every damn day, through the brave and selfless service of the men and women who are out here, serving you.

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