Early morning on 06 SEP 09 I was riding in the back of a Bco
MRAP who were taking us out to the country side to drop us off for our mission. Before we arrived at the drop off point the vehilce I was riding in, the last in the convoy, was fired upon by an
RPG. I was informed later that it went in one wall of the MRAP and out the other. The sudden burst of light from the rocket left SPC H. riding in the back with me and myself temporarily blinded as we lost our night vision.
In the darkness we checked each other out and found injuries on each of us. Working in the dark, SPC H. put a tourniquete on my right arm and we determined that he had a leg injury. By this time I could see soldiers coming around the back of our vehicle as I looked through the windows. I could not get the back door opened, so we both threw open our roof hatches and climbed out. My team leader, SGT Q., was on the roof with us quickly and put a torniquete on SPC H.'s leg. Our medic was soon with us as we took a short movement forward toward the designated landing zone for the helicopter called for us. My fellow squad leader, SSG Y. made sure I got to the chopper safely and loaded on.
As soon as we took off a medic pulled the rip cord on my ballistic vest and all of my gear fell off of me and onto the floor. We soon arrived at the hospital where I was placed on a table and all of my clothing was cut off of me. An Xray team checked out my arm looking for broken bones, which none were, or schrapnel, none of which was left behind. It was determined that I had a soft flesh wound in my forearm and an artery had been damaged.
Another chopper ride took me to another hospital with a surgeon. I was immediatley sent into surgery. When I awoke in bed a few hour later a vein had been taken from my thigh to replace the damaged artery in my arm. The surgery was a success. The battalion commander and Sergeant Major came to visit us. A while later our 1SG came in and let us know that our convoy had made it back to the FOB with no further incident. A two star general came in that evening and presented both me and SPC H. with our Purple Hearts. The F-16 pilot who had escorted our initial medical evacuation chopper even stopped in to pay us a visit.
I was well on my way to recovery.