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(this letter, along with the rest i have posted so far would never have happened if it wasn't for the swift action of the corpsmen and medics who treated me. thank god for them.)
Today, after a long stalk, we found out target. He was taking a rest on the otherside of the berm, and under a tree about a klik out. I put the SRAS .50 down, and chambered a round. My spotter, Scott, started making adjustments on the wind value, humidity, curvature of the Earth, everything that effects a shot. Just as i start dialing in the adjustments, I hear a loud pop, and feel the most horrible pain I've ever felt in my life pierce through my back. A second pop, and another shot of the horrific pain through my back. I know I've just been shot twice. The pain was so intense, that I think for a moment, I passed out. When I could think again, I told Scott to return fire. After he eliminated the target, he got on the radio and called up a corpsman and called in for a cas-evac for me, which was declined due to a shamal storm rolling in later. Once the medics arrived, they had grim looks on their faces. I was confused by what was going on. I couldn't figure out why I was bleeding, and why I was in so much pain. The medics gave me an a-line of morphine, which further confused me. I remember being drug for some distance to a waiting hoopty. I remember being picked up and put in the back, and having an IV put in my arm. I was taken from the A-O to the RCT medical tent, where they attempted stablize me, having no luck. They called an emergency cas-evac. They loaded me onto a blackhawk and flew me to the main hospital to have another go at stabilizing me. My heart stopped once on the flight. After failing to stabilize me, my last hope was the Army Hospital in Rammstein, Germany. I was put on a flight out. On the flight my heart stopped 2 more times. I died 3 times for my country, when the average "hero" dies only once. I'm not sure if I'll survive these injuries. I'm told the only thing that saved my life was the anterior side of my Interceptor kevlar vest. The bullets entered my back at L2 and L3 hitting my latisimuss dorsi and thorico-lumbar aponerosis, passing through my abdomen, and passes though my abdominous rectus, stopping in the kevlar vest. I hope you pray for me. I love you, and if I never see you again, know in your heart, i died protecting you.
- Captain Jason Vine
