This is jacob podcast number 339 with echo Charles and me jacob Willink good evening. I go

I awoke face down in blood soaked sand

The world spun around me what little sounds I could make were muffled and indistinct

It was like I had been twirled around an old tires swing

Then flung into a swimming pool. I couldn't gather my wits anymore than I could get my bearings

The harder I tried to get a handle on the world around me the more slippery my grip became

My eyes strained to adjust to the scene pain sunk its fangs permanently

We have just been hit by rockets. I assume this must be a coordinated attack

My confusion turned to panic. Oh God. Oh God. Please God

The sounds that surrounded me became clearer. I could decipher some individual words

But they seemed only to add uncertainty who is groaning. I heard gurgling as someone tried to force air through a blood filled throat

The wounded and dying were bellowing in both English and Arabic

Screams of death filled the air

Rage filled our hearts medic medic alawak bar. I

Propped myself up as much as I could

The intro to that I was able to manage was not enough to make a significant difference in my field of view

I thought I heard the reports of rifles as that AK fire. I need to start helping my guys. I thought to myself. We're being ambushed

Shock was setting in I

Desperately tried to locate my weapon and return fire, but I was totally unable to move I

Wanted to figure out why but I couldn't get my body positioned in a way that would allow me to look toward my legs

I could see both of my arms and my chest my arms were definitely broken

Osmosis was spreading blood throughout the sleeves of my uniform, but I could still move them sort of I

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