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...train wreck, dumbfounded," he says, weeping softly in his four-bed hospital room. In many rooms along these long hospital corridors, soldiers tell similar tales of grief and pain. Across the hall, Sergeant Chris Chilles, 28, a California National Guardsman, says he was standing in the gun turret of his Humvee near Mosul a few mornings before, thinking about the Philadelphia cheesesteak he would have for lunch, when a roadside bomb exploded in front of his vehicle. The massive blast ripped through the Humvee, throwing Chilles to the floor. "It was like a plank hit me across the back...
...blood and shrapnel. Harding yelled at the driver, Lance Corporal Andrew Halverson, one day shy of his 20th birthday, to control the spinning vehicle. Then Harding looked over at him. "I saw his body. It wasn't normal. I instantly knew he was dead." The gunner, protected by a turret, was hit below the waist but still alive. The Marine in the seat behind Halverson was dazed, his legs on fire. But he managed to smother the flames and grab the steering wheel, bringing the battered vehicle to rest. "He was shaking and crying, just in shock," Harding says. "Bullets...
Schermerhorn sped away, the humvee's flat tire flapping crazily. Whiteside climbed out of the turret and began trying to resuscitate the lieutenant. Colgan made a gurgling sound. He has a wife and kids, Whiteside thought. We've got to keep him alive. Buxton grabbed the radio handset. "This is Tomb Raider 6-3 Delta," he said. "Lieutenant Colgan is down...
...peaceful castle perched high above the Pedernales River--a castle, that is, with a turret, a crenelated roof and secret passageways--Robert Rodriguez is greeting his sons Rocket, Racer and Rebel as they emerge from their evening bath. Soon, perhaps after he whips up some beef tacos, rice and guacamole for dinner and plays with the kids a while, he will mosey down to the dungeon-dark studios he calls Los Cryptos and get to work. The sun is setting over the Hill Country outside Austin, but Dad's day is just getting started...
...infantrymen have assembled to make the charge across the bridge is black with raining oil and shrapnel and smoke. Marines are shouting, hitting the ground, running for cover. The round has slammed into an amphibious assault vehicle just five feet away from me, landing between the gunner's turret and the driver's hatch. Marines pull injured buddies away from the smoking wreck. Blood mixes with oil on the vehicle's metal ramp. They cover bodies--two of them--and carry four injured to a field ambulance. "Get his weapon; we're going to need it," one shouts...