
10-28-2007, 01:16 AM
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Join Date: Oct 2007
Posts: 48
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Bosnia 1999
The question is not how we were paired up. The question should be how we met one another. I’ve been in the United States Army for six years. During my time within the Army, I’ve endured great challenges, challenges that would transform one’s life forever. But none of those days were compared to that day in April 1999. To my recollection, I was on a co-operative mission, stationed with an Army ranger unit in Herzegovina, Bosnia. Interesting to say, on this one particular day, my platoon’s mission was to scout the area code-name zulu for any militant activities. The main objective for us being there was a con-joint operation with the United Nation for peace maintenance. We’d made sure there were no ethnic cleansing activities. As we were briefed, my platoon would also be working with a unit from the Royal Canadian Army, the Royal Saskatchewan Rifles (RSR). These guys were considered the special forces of the Royal Canadian Army. My platoon were suppose to road march 3 clicks (3000 meters) to the west through the valley cod-name yanke and meet up with a squad size element of the Royal Saskatchewan Rifles. As soon as we assembled with the RSR, we came under heavy fire from the Serbian Rebels. I immediately took control of my squad and took my guys and tried to flank the adversaries. Upon flanking, we were stopped by a machine gunner. I told my Delta team to suppress the machine gunner with fires. I told my grenadier to kill the SOB. He through a few grenades and a couple Booms followed. No more machine gunner. Until this point, my hearing was fine. Then suddenly, I blanked out for about 10 seconds. I awoke and was on the ground. I looked around and saw that SGT Loukas, my Delta team leader was down, bleeding from the abdomen. He’s caught some shrapnel. PFC Chadwell was also down with his right arm missing. I immediately called SSG Rao, the platoon medic for assistance. I carefully placed Chadwell’s arm within my ALICE pack. When I approached Loukas, I’ve noticed that there was an RSR soldier with him, bandaging him up with some first aid kit. Still under extremely heavy fire, SFC Trotz (the platoon sergeant) called in for artillery support. This was an extremely close and danger call. We were less than 100 meters from the Rebels. The 155 mm Howitzer shells, if landed improperly, would definitely hit my platoon along with the RSR soldiers. My 60 gunner was also hit suddenly. I crawled over to him and noticed that the same RSR soldier who came to Loukas’s rescue picked up the 60 machine gun and started to fire into the direction of the Rebels. This guy was huge. I thought my 60 gunner (Corporal Davidson) was large, but this RSR soldier was firing with one arm and the other arm was used to hold the chained 7.62 rounds. Rambo would not even match his size. Thanks to this RSR soldier, my squad received fewer bullets. The artillery rounds came in. Boom! Boom! Boom! My ears were still ringing from all the other activities. Then came many more 155 mm rounds. The ground shook as if an earthquake was going through this place. The area was clustered with dust and rocks and sand. I looked around the Rebels area, not a creature was stirring, not even a cockroach. I looked up and saw the RSR soldier, the one who rescued Loukas and fired the 60 machine gun, approaching me. He said to me, “you want to go for it”. I nodded because I knew immediately what he wanted. I told my remaining squad members to load up and let’s rock’n’roll. We used the bounding-over-watch technique and finally approached the area of the Rebels. All there was were bodies everywhere. The 155mm rounds sure did the job. Signaling to my platoon sergeant that it’s all clear, I approached the RSR soldier and asked him for his name. He replied, “Rasty” from Canada. I shook his hand and called in for medivac for the wounded. The following day, I told my commander that I would like to nominate Rasty for two awards: one for his bravery for rescuing SGT Loukas and the other one for his outstanding effort to suppress the Rebels with my 60 gunner’s machine gun. Rasty received the two awards at the awards ceremony. To this day, Rasty and I became wonderful friends. This is how we met, not how we were paired up.
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