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Despite the incredible efforts to save the critically wounded Marine, he died of his injuries. On Nov. The battalion's three forward air controllers along with a team of Navy SEAL joint terminal attack controllers worked with Gallogly to call in 35 airstrikes on 24 targets, destroying all but four in the span of six hours. That's roughly six airstrikes every hour and included attack runs from AC gunships and warplanes dropping pound bombs.
The sheer number of airstrikes was anything but typical. On the third day of the battle, Gunnery Sgt. James Conner, then a sergeant, and one of his team leaders, Lance Cpl. Mike Hanks, found themselves moving down a side street alongside Iraqi soldiers and their Marine advisers. Making their way into the courtyard of a two-story building, they came under heavy attack.
A brutal gunbattle began, leaving a Marine and an Iraqi soldier shot and trapped in the open courtyard. As the gunfire subsided, Hanks and Conner could hear the screams of injured men and so they entered and immediately came under heavy fire. Conner dove behind the dead body of an enemy insurgent as Hanks hurled himself behind a lone tree in the center of the yard. Seeing the two injured men in the open, Hanks sprung into action and darted across the killzone as enemy fire raked past him.
Conner, who was laying down suppressing fire, watched as Hanks ran forward, leaned down, and in one fluid motion, grabbed the wounded Marine, threw him over his shoulder and darted out of the courtyard, kicking open a side door. Seconds later, Hanks was back, grabbing the wounded Iraqi soldier and repeating the same movement as Conner laid down suppressing fire. Hanks returned a third and final time just as another Marine from their squad got a clear line of sight of their attacker, opened fire, and killed the shooter. Hanks was killed a week later on Nov.
As the sun came up on Nov. Covered in dust, soot, and blood, the Marines stood among the debris and rubble of a city-turned warzone, looking rough and worn, just a few days into the fight. Just then, 1st Lt. For about 10 minutes, everything stopped. Marines hugged and shook hands, while others tore into MREs to pull out pound cakes, which they stuck matches in as if they were candles.
Marines with information operations played the Marines' hymn over their loudspeakers and for a few brief moments among all of that chaos, they celebrated their Corps' birthday. While Kilo Company was advancing south, Capt. Jonathan Vaughn, the battalion's judge advocate, was at the rear of the column with the company's headquarters' element when they came under attack, recounted Col. Vaughn regrouped the Marines near him, the majority of whom were non-infantry, and coordinated their defense.
Sgt. Wells's New Skull
Leading cooks, clerks, and candlestick makers, the combat judge, as he came to be known, was severely wounded during the battle, losing his ring finger with his wedding band still on it. The senior medic, Sgt. Jerry Price , wrapped an arm around Specialist Lovelace in the whirlwind left by the departing helicopter.
But the specialist wept anyway. Quiet Doubts.
A trash fire gave light to their darkening corner of the walled compound as he tried to make sense of the day. Specialist Hayes had a chance of keeping his leg, he told the men, but he admitted later that he did not believe it himself. Sergeant Lee answered in a voice so low he was almost inaudible. But he also had doubts, which he had kept to himself, about whether securing the hill was necessary.
We have a mission to accomplish. Captain Bonenberger rode back to the police headquarters lost in thought about the injured men. But as his truck pulled into the police compound, he learned that the battalion commander, Lt. Russell Lewis , had already arrived to check on the company. Captain Bonenberger steeled himself for the meeting.
On his first visit to Imam Sahib, just days before assuming command, he joined a squad of soldiers who charged a machine-gun nest after their convoy was ambushed. His new soldiers were impressed by his willingness to fight. But the soldiers did not always know what to make of their new commander.
A Tale of Two Soldiers
He listened to heavy metal music as well as Stravinsky. Violence in sports bothered him, yet here he was, planning missions to kill Taliban. He was raised in Branford, Conn. His father was a corporate lawyer who had opposed the Vietnam War and studied classical guitar at Yale.
His mother had been a painter who became a librarian, teaching Adrian and his younger sister an appreciation for gospel music. In high school, he considered applying to West Point , but was dissuaded by his father and grandfather. He chose Yale, majoring in English literature and graduating in Powell presented the American case for war in Iraq, believing that the Bush administration was exaggerating the threat.
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Yet by late , he was talking to military recruiters, fueled by a mix of idealism and outrage. The abuse of prisoners at Abu Ghraib had made him wonder whether better leaders in the Army would have prevented the atrocities.
He burned to test his own leadership skills. A year later, he was a second lieutenant, only the second person from his Yale class to join the military, to his knowledge. On his first deployment in , as a lieutenant with the rd Airborne Brigade to Paktika Province in eastern Afghanistan, he carefully studied the leadership styles of his commanders. One worked hard to build a sense of camaraderie among his soldiers. Another berated subordinates in front of others.
He knew which one he would try to emulate. As Alpha Company commander, he tried to keep an open door.
And to build team spirit, he ordered coins of his own design sent to Kunduz, where he distributed them to his soldiers. An improvised explosive device had been found in the shopping district.
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A police checkpoint had received intelligence of an impending Taliban attack. And his First Platoon, which had stayed at the base of Qurghan Tapa hill, was bracing for a possible attack. Captain Bonenberger briefed Colonel Lewis, grabbed some food and then headed back to his truck. Back Into the Fray.
Third Platoon met for a group counseling session two days later with the battalion chaplain and a mental health counselor. Staff Sgt. But doing enough is good, too. Captain Bonenberger threw the company into new missions, telling his platoon leaders that work would help the soldiers get past the casualties. Within a week, Third Platoon was back patrolling near the base of Qurghan Tapa hill while First Platoon visited a village where American troops had not been before.
That village, Naghma Bazaar, bordered contested territory just northwest of Qurghan Tapa. A village elder and a doctor at the local clinic welcomed the Americans when they arrived. But then the mission took a worrisome turn after a mine-clearing truck fell into a ditch, stranding the platoon for hours. When the Afghan police officers accompanying the Americans received reports of insurgent fighters gathering nearby, one of the officers challenged Lt.
Matt Vinton , the First Platoon leader, to chase them away.
Did a colonel’s fiery rhetoric set the conditions for a massacre?
Estimating that there were at most a dozen insurgents, Captain Bonenberger gave the effort his blessing. Lieutenant Vinton led two squads across a rice paddy, and within minutes a rocket-propelled grenade burst overhead. Gunfire erupted, and the soldiers began to whoop. They had wanted a fight, and they found one. The soldiers bounded across a field and through an irrigation ditch, taking cover behind fallen trees and haystacks.
They cleared a small building from which insurgents had been shooting, then moved to a second compound across the road. There, a terrified family emerged from a back room. Taliban fighters had forced their way into the house and demanded food and milk, the old man told the Americans through their Afghan interpreter. When the shooting began, the fighters fled into the fields with barely a trace. The soldiers searched for bullet casings and other telltale signs of the insurgents, then returned to their trucks.