An Angel On His Shoulder...?

I'll just bet that if you ask this marine, he will say "Hell, yeah"!

I don't blame him at all! I would certainly feel that way, if it were me. These guys know from the get-go that they face death at every turn, but when something like this happens, they don't question it or blow it off. They accept it as a gift from above, say a heartfelt "Thank you" and make the best of the rest of their life!

God Bless The Troops!

Marine Sgt. Takes Sniper Round To The Head; Smokes A Cigarette 15 Minutes Later

Posted by Peter Schweizer Apr 5th 2011 at 9:06 am in Afghanistan

Remarkable. That’s the only word for this story. His buddies have now nick-named him “Headshot.” From the Marine Corps Times:



“Manning the top of a compound south of Sangin, Afghanistan, Sgt. Paul Boothroyd III took a sniper round to the head. He landed face down onto the muddy roof with a thud.

Fifteen minutes later, Boothroyd was bandaged, smiling, smoking a cigarette and giving the “thumbs up” as he waited for the medevac helicopter, to which he walked under his own power.

It’s a “you-gotta-be-kidding-me” story that earned Boothroyd, a signals intelligence operator with 2nd Radio Battalion, a new call sign from his team members: Headshot.

“It was a one-in-a-million shot that the sniper was even able to hit me,” he said in an interview with Marine Corps Times, “and a one-in-a-million chance that the bullet didn’t destroy my brain. It wasn’t my time.”

Early March 4 in Helmand province, Boothroyd, attached to the 26th Marine Expeditionary Unit, was on a rooftop providing over-watch for a local security patrol. It was his first deployment. Insurgents opened fire, “and I got hit by the first bullet,” he said.

The bullet pierced his helmet. The Kevlar caught and turned the round, he said, “so instead of going in and thrashing my skull,” it entered through the neck and lodged itself above and behind his right ear.

“It was like being hit by a train,” he recalled. “I remember what I was doing. I remember being hit, then I was face down in the mud on top of the building. I really wasn’t terribly concerned because I could hear bullets whipping above me, but I still had the presence of mind not to stand up. I thought, ‘Well, I don’t have any brain damage, at least at this point.’ ”

You can read the whole account here.

I'm extremely happy for this young warrior and his family, but saddened by the fact that so many of our young men and women are being put in harm's way daily! In my opinion, it's time to end this waste of life...and bring the troops home! But, of course, that's just my opinion!

How about coffee on the patio? We can toast to young Sgt. Boothroyd...! OK?