“People see me at events, or hear that I was combat wounded, and they look at me, and I don’t look hurt,” says John Stanz, a 36-year-old with voluminous mutton chops and a goatee that partially covers his easy smile. “That’s why I have this.”
Benjamin Franklin nailed it when he said, "Fatigue is the best pillow." True story, Benny. There's nothing like pushing your body so far past exhaustion that you'd willingly, even longingly, take a nap on a concrete slab.
After a young American doctor is kidnapped by Islamic extremists near the Syrian capital of Damascus, a crack team of special operators and clandestine agents, backed up by an army of intelligence experts in the States, is tasked with a rescue. So begins a daring mission involving the liberal application of close-quarters combat, gunplay, ad hoc disguises, and well-timed semtex explosives.
On April 7, 2004, Eddie Wright was an assistant team leader with 1st Reconnaissance Battalion near Fallujah, Iraq, when the convoy he was in was caught in a deadly ambush. A rocket-propelled grenade slammed into Wright’s Humvee, and the ensuing blast took both his hands and a chunk of his leg.
On March 2, 2005, Master Sgt. Sarun Sar’s Black Hawk was sent to the Paktika province along the Pakistan-Afghanistan border. His unit, Special Forces Operational Detachment Alpha 732, 7th Special Forces Group Airborne, was on a reconnaissance mission to examine a suspicious group of buildings with two choppers.