May 2005 Ramadi. Rocket attack at night. 1 of the Marines who comes into the compound to tell us they are missing someone is LCPL Bryan Wells. 100 meters away I find an individual sitting next to a palm tree, unresponsive. The 18D (Dallas) tells me to go get the Med Bag. By the time I get back the Marine had bled to death internally. Small fragment pierced his heart. I was told he had taken off his body armor and was waiting to go home. That was NOT what he was doing.
Today I found out that he was actually doing PT running in boots and utes at night because it was cooler. As is the case in war…he was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was given this information by WO1 Bryan Wells who I ran into on a coffee break at WOPD. He is now a logistics officer in the SC Army National Guard.
It’s a small world after all…
No shit!! That's bad ass, man. Look at you fuckin lifers! hahahaha