<The_Armed_501st[Away] It was summer of '13. Hot as hell. We were outnumbered 3 to 1. Bullets were hitting our cover. We had to send someone out to retrieve the objective. No one else volunteered to go. I called for covering fire, I jumped up and charged for the objective. No fire from our side ever volleyed. I was met with the full force of the opposing line. The doctors counted 15 bloody holes on me. One to the throat. The one that dropped me. The gun flew out of my hand as my head, neck and body began getting riddled with shots. My body hit the ground a second after the throat shot. I was choking and going into shock when everyone had stopped shooting. They gathered around me. Looks were horrified as I lay there choking, bleeding. Their voices were faded. Couldn't understand them. They picked me up and put me on the jeep. They took me to the medics. They said I was lucky to have taken the shot where it had happened. "One inch over it would've of hit your jugular vein and you'd be a dead man." Some nights are hard to sleep. I still get a instance of pain where I was shot.