A Story About Our Heroes

The following story was sent by a Warrior Transition Unit nurse who serves our soldiers daily, and was copied from a forwarded message. The email begins below. Be advised, the video shows graphic footage of the surgery, but is balanced by the smiles of the survivor and his wife and children.

The story is about Channing Moss, who was impaled by a live RPG during a Taliban ambush. Army protocol says that medivac choppers are never to carry anyone with a live round in him. Even though they feared it could explode, the flight crew said d*** the protocol and flew him to the nearest aid station.
Again, protocol said that in such a case the patient is to be put in a sandbagged area away from the surgical unit, given a shot of morphine and left to wait (and die) until others are treated. Again, the medical team ignored the protocol.
Here’s a short video put together by the Military Times, which includes actual footage of the surgery where Dr. John Oh, a Korean immigrant who became a naturalized citizen and went to West Point , removed the live round with the help of volunteers and a member of the EOD (explosive ordinance disposal) team. Moss has undergone six operations but is doing well at home in Gainesville , GA.
I think you’ll find the video absolutely remarkable.

http://www.militarytimes.com/multimedia/video/rpg_surgery/

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4 Responses to A Story About Our Heroes

  1. Thanks for pointing this video out.

    Ken

    • Kris says:

      Thanks for stopping by, Ken. I’m deeply moved by your site, and challenged to live more fully each day for our Savior.

      God bless,
      Kris

      • Prayer is a marvelous instrument of God. God bless you and your family for upholding those called upon to serve.

        One weekend at Ft. Lewis there was a large number being deployed to Viet Nam. I knew that I was to pray for someone. Friday night I found a chapel. It was locked up tight. I literally kicked the door open, went in and turned on all the lights. I sat there praying but no one came. I wondered how I would explain my actions to the MP’s.

        The next night I found a large chapel. The door was unlocked and a few lights were on. I went in and sat in the middle praying. About ten minutes later a soldier came in and sat at the front, Then another came in until there were four. I told them that I felt strongly that God wanted me to pray for someone. All four asked if I would pray for them. After walking to the altar I prayed. We all felt the presence of the Holy Spirit. Tears filled our eyes and ran down our cheeks. One of the soldiers turned to me and said he terribly frightened. “I have a wife and a small child,” he told me. He was a youth pastor in California. I told him that if he was frightened having a personal relationship with Jesus Christ, what did he think those who didn’t were.

        “God wants you there for a reason, I told him. “You may never come back but He wants you there.” I said. All five of us soldiers embraced and praised God for the courage and strength to do what we called to do. God went with us.

        Ken
        Psalm 23

      • Kris says:

        Ken, thank you for sharing your story. It is inspiring to hear the stories of faith shared by our troops overseas. Integrating that new found faith on their return home seems to be a bridge that isn’t often crossed, however. Hearing from someone who has made that journey and stood in their boots makes a difference.

        Keep writing, and God bless you!

        Kris

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