The following is an excerpt from one of my Sergeant's books he is working on. It is about our experiences in Iraq. The book will be called "Disposable Hero's". Please get yourself a copy when it comes out because I know it will be a great read.
"Eventually the Muj decided that we weren’t going to come any farther down the street and they blew the IED’s all at once. I think they hoped it would be a big enough explosion that it would get us. They were right. A fireball like I’d never seen expanded from the right side of the road to the left in the blink of an eye and then everything seemed to slow down. I could feel my heart, it seemed to take so long between beats I thought I might have had a heart attack. I could see shrapnel flying through the air glowing and humming its evil melody. Everything seemed to happen one long slow frame at a time. A huge piece of what had been the pole of a street sign was coming right at me. At least 4 feet long it was twisted, bent and burnt. I could see the holes in it and the blackened charred paint chipping off. It curved through a lazy arc and came right towards me spinning end over end kind of like a giant ugly boomerang. It seemed to be moving so slowly but I was moving even slower. I could see it coming and I knew it was going to take my head right off my body. I didn’t even think to pray as it closed in, I was frozen with fear. And then impact. It hit the end of my .50, spun around into my bullet shield and deflected up over my head barely clipping the edge of my helmet. I was frozen for half a second, relief, joy and fear all mixed together rushed through me. My legs were weak. Someone was grabbing my leg asking if I was ok. I gave ‘em a thumbs up. My .50 was fucked. There was a giant gash in the end of the barrel and it wouldn’t fire. I started an immediate action drill without even thinking about it. I was on complete autopilot. All thinking had shut off and I was reduced to a completely animalistic state.
Suddenly I was engulfed in total blackness and heat enveloped my body like the burning of the sun. My head felt like it was being smashed apart from the inside. My eyes were open but I couldn’t see. Everything was completely silent not even the steady ringing in my ears I’d grown so used too. And then as if from far away I heard the primal screaming of a wounded animal. As I surrendered to the blackness I realized some of the screams were mine."
He's looking for some feedback. So let me know what you think and I'll be sure to pass it along to him. It is a work in progress. I can't wait to buy myself a copy.