S. T. P., United States, Sea Stallion Sea discussed on Jocko Podcast

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Shower tent she bt beckoned me to enter. I was happy to oblige. I felt human again. Is after you get out of the shower. I felt human again. I smelled civilized. I felt like a brand new man. There was also going to be hot. Chow served that night. The first time they received any since we left Bougainville. And I absolutely couldn't wait so you get to chesty and you kind of settle in and then this happens. I was awoken by a serious hushed. Conversation just outside the S. T. P. Which is the shock trauma platoon surgical tent door? And I heard someone lifting up the camel netting to make her way into our sleeping area sergeant Anderson Whisper rang out among the sound of crickets generators. Not So far away. After a short whispered discussion sergeant Anderson said absolutely Ma'am we can help 'em make on your feet. We hardly walk down into an open field to pre-stage ourselves in the darkness and in a few minutes the unmistakable sound of an incoming helicopter grew louder out of the dark. Iraqi night flickering lights were flipped on as a C. H. Fifty-three Sea Stallion Sea stallion. Descended into a churning cloud of dusk with the lowering of the ramp. The crew chief signaled for us to advance we charge forward into the hot turbine exhaust and deafening noise into one huddled mass taking the beating sand against our skin to quickly move up. The tail ramp a green light illuminated tobacco the helicopters we ran up the helicopter crew in the back pointed to several occupied litters that held the severely wounded clad in bloodied bandages and it was very sobering scene. Each of US grabbed an end of the litter carefully and carried them down the ramp and away from the Hilo as their ponchos. On top violently. Snap back and forth against the gusts of the still spinning blades. We made our way up to the small inclined toward the open tent door of the S. T. P. And inside a fluorescent world doctors were preparing their hands with red iodine streets running down their arms. I heard the marine who we were carrying mumble something and I couldn't make it out. Stay strong Marine. We Have U. S. T. P. Buddy. You're going to be all right. I gave more encouragement though I had no idea what his prognosis was. But the more. I looked at his bloody bandages the more I was getting a sinking feeling in the pit of my belly that he might not survive the night we crash through the doorway to put our wounded guys onto the litter stance but the rear doors were sealed and the only way to get out. Was the way we came in so he stood there. Trapped as the other wounded servicemen. Were still being carried in and we got a small glimpse into the world of another kind of hero. The nurses and doctors of the S. t. p. immediately assumed their duties and started to cut the uniforms off the casualties and throw them into a bloody pile on the floor. Start intravenous lines and start to speak loudly to the patients.

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