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  • Hooahh

    Posted by In-Cog-Nito on February 9th, 2005 (All posts by )


    Courtesy of Soldiers for the Truth

    “We were moving down the street, clearing buildings,” Kasal recounted. “A Marine came out wounded from a building and said there were three more wounded Marines trapped in there with a bunch of bad guys (insurgents). As we entered, we noticed several dead Iraqis on the floor and one of our wounded.”

    Kasal said there was no question of what to do. “If I was a general I would still think my job was to get the wounded Marines out of there,” he said. “So we went in to get them.”

    As soon as he entered the two-story stucco and brick building, Kasal found himself in mortal combat. It was fighting to the death, and there was no quarter expected or given, Kasal said.

    “An Iraqi pointed an AK-47 at me and I moved back. He fired and missed. I shot and killed him. I put my barrel up against his chest and pulled the trigger over and over until he went down. Then I looked around the wall and put two into his forehead to make sure he was dead.”

    While Kasal and a young Pfc. Alexander Nicoll were taking out the insurgent behind the wall, another one with an AK hiding on the stairs to the second floor began firing at the Marines on full automatic. “That’s when I went down, along with one of my Marines (Nicoll). Then I noticed the hand grenade.”

    It was a green pineapple grenade, Kasal said. It flew into the room out of nowhere and landed near the two downed men. Kasal now believes that other Marines who were watching their back left the room for reasons he still doesn’t know and an insurgent was able to somehow get behind him.

    Kasal said his first instinct was to protect the young Marine lying bloody beside him. He covered the young man with his body and took the full brunt of shrapnel to his back when the grenade exploded. Kasal’s body armor and helmet protected his vital organs but the shrapnel penetrated the exposed portions of his shoulders, back, and legs, causing him to bleed profusely.

    “I took my pressure bandage and put it on his leg,” Kasal remembered. “Then I tried to put Nicoll’s pressure bandage on a wound on his chest but it is very hard to get a flak jacket off a wounded man and I was bleeding and fading in and out.”

    Nicoll survived the grenade blast and his previous bullet wounds but lost his right leg. “An artery was cut and they had to amputate his leg,” Kasal said. “I have seen him and talked to him several times since we got back to the States. He is doing OK.”

    The grenade blast stunned Kasal. He floated in and out of consciousness. But in the back of his mind a voice kept telling him he had to stay alert or the Iraqis were going to come back and finish him and Nicoll off. “They weren’t going to let us live if they knew we were alive. It was kill or be killed,” he said.

    Kasal wrestled his 9mm automatic out of its holster and lay on the floor waiting for help. It was thirty or forty minutes before other Marines arrived.

    “That’s when I got shot in the butt,” Kasal recalled. “It was the shootout at the OK Corral – point-blank range. I was lying there shooting and somebody shot me through both cheeks. It smarted a bit.”

    Kasal did not know the exact extent of his wounds until much later; all he knew was that he was badly hurt. He was floating in and out of consciousness, ultimately losing 60 percent of his blood before he was rescued. After first aid, Kasal and Nicoll were transported to a field hospital in Iraq, then flown to Landstuhl, Germany, where Kasal was hospitalized for a week before arriving at the National Naval Medical Center in Bethesda, Md.

    “I took seven rounds; five in my right leg, one in my foot and one to the buttocks area. When the grenade went off I got 30 to 40 pieces of shrapnel in my back,” Kasal said he later discovered.

    What do you say to that? Makes me choke up just reading about it.

    Thanks to Blackfive and Fred.

     

    10 Responses to “Hooahh”

    1. Richard Heddleson Says:

      What I say is why does the military seem to be stingier and stingier with medals, why are there not public ceremonies to celebrate these heroes, and why does the MSM fail to cvover these stories? Where is the Ernie Pyle? Is he a blogger who needs sattelite broadband from the field?

    2. incognito Says:

      Some good news, rumor has it that Kasal is up for the Medal of Honor.

    3. Michael Hiteshew Says:

      The new Greatest Generation.

    4. j.scott barnard Says:

      WTF? How is this man still alive? And who was doing the talking to him telling him to stay awake, the other guy who was down? What a story, man. Thanks for posting it, In-Cog. –s

    5. John Kuran Says:

      If anyone deserves the Medal of Honor, it’s this guy.

      Maybe it’s time to rewrite the Marine Corp Hymn, by adding another section(?) about the back alleys and hallways of Fallujah.

    6. Cheryl Says:

      How can anyone in their right mind think these young heroes, defenders of our freedom, target journalists because they disagree with them.

      It’s beyond me. If you not familiar with whom I’m referring to, please visit http://www.easongate.com and consider signing the petition. See what a top executive at CNN has to say about these heroes.

      These men do not deserve to be called “murders”.

      Thank you for sharing these heroes stories.

    7. Xcintigo Says:

      Wow! That’s one tough leatherneck!

    8. rob W Says:

      As usual, the troops do what it takes. Let’s hope they start getting more of the stuff they need. Isn’t Hooah an Army yell?

    9. Mal Says:

      Sort of, Rob… “Hooah” (and “Hoo-rah” and its many other spellings and incarnations) is a military yell, varying slightly depending on which branch of the service is yelling it. ;)
      There’s a lot of supposed backstory on it and possible ways it could was and could have been invented, each differing on who and which branch you ask.

    10. Rick in NY Says:

      Semper Fi

      I am amazed that this country can still produce such men of courage.