every one of them twinkling
baby what were you thinking---Sade; The Moon and the Sky
This article appeared in the Wall Street Journal. The date is posted below. We must continue to pray for all of our brave men and women in combat zones throughout the world. And of course---we must pray for God, Country, and CORP. It is quite unsettling when something is reported in a public media source and the reader realizes how close to home, so to speak, the information hits. The 2 Marines that are mentioned in this article, Koenig and Gabrian, that referred to their previous 2008 Afghanistan experience------were in our son Philip's Rifle Team when Bravo Company 1st Battalion, 6th Marines were in Garsmir District that year. And as I always closed letters written to Philip; it is my prayer that they all---Stay strong, Stay focused, Stay Yourselves; 1/6 HARD.
Casper native returns to Afghanistan fight an hour after being hit
Marine survives bullet to helmet
MARJAH, Afghanistan -- It is hard to know whether Monday was a very bad day or a very good day for Lance Cpl. Andrew Koenig.
On the one hand, he was shot in the head. On the other, the bullet bounced off him.
In one of those rare battlefield miracles, an insurgent sniper hit Koenig dead on in the front of his helmet, and he walked away from it with a smile on his face.
"I don't think I could be any luckier than this," Koenig said two hours after the shooting.
The Casper native's brush with death came during a day of intense fighting for the Marines of Company B, 1st Battalion, 6th Regiment.
The company had landed by helicopter in the predawn dark on Saturday, launching a major coalition offensive to take Marjah from the Taliban.
The Marines set up an outpost in a former drug lab and roadside-bomb factory and soon found themselves under near-constant attack.
Koenig, a lanky 21-year-old with jug-handle ears and a burr of sandy hair, is a designated marksman. His job is to hit the elusive Taliban fighters hiding in the tightly packed neighborhood near the base.
The insurgent sniper hit him first. Koenig was kneeling on the roof of the one-story outpost, looking for targets.
He was reaching back to his left for his rifle when the sniper's round slammed into his helmet.
The impact knocked him onto his back.
"I'm hit," he yelled to his buddy, Lance Cpl. Scott Gabrian, a 21-year-old from St. Louis.
Gabrian belly-crawled along the rooftop to his friend's side. He patted Koenig's body, looking for wounds.
Then he noticed that the plate that usually secures night-vision goggles to the front of Koenig's helmet was missing. In its place was a thumb-deep dent in the hard Kevlar shell.
Gabrian slid his hands under his friend's helmet, looking for an entry wound. "You're not bleeding," he assured Koenig. "You're going to be OK."
Koenig climbed down the metal ladder and walked to the company aid station to see the Navy corpsman.
The only injury: A small, numb red welt on his forehead, just above his right eye.
He had spent 15 minutes with Doc, as the Marines call the medics, when an insurgent's rocket-propelled grenade exploded on the rooftop, next to Gabrian.
The shock wave left him with a concussion and hearing loss.
He joined Koenig at the aid station, where the two friends embraced, their eyes welling.
The men had served together in Afghanistan in 2008, and Koenig had survived two blasts from roadside bombs.
"We've got each other's backs," Gabrian said, the explosion still ringing in his ears.
Word of Koenig's close call spread quickly through the outpost, as he emerged from the shock of the experience and walked through the outpost with a Cheshire cat grin.
"He's alive for a reason," Tim Coderre, a North Carolina narcotics detective working with the Marines as a consultant, told one of the men. "From a spiritual point of view, that doesn't happen by accident."
Gunnery Sgt. Kevin Shelton, whose job is to keep the Marines stocked with food, water and gear, teased the lance corporal for failing to take care of his helmet.
"I need that damaged-gear statement tonight," Shelton told Koenig. It was understood, however, that Koenig would be allowed to keep the helmet as a souvenir.
Shelton, a 36-year-old veteran from Nashville, said he had never seen a Marine survive a direct shot to the head.
But next to him was Cpl. Christopher Ahrens, who quietly mentioned that two bullets had grazed his helmet the day the Marines attacked Marjah. The same thing, he said, happened to him three times in firefights in Iraq.
Ahrens, 26, from Havre de Grace, Md., lifted the camouflaged cloth cover on his helmet, exposing the holes where the bullets had entered and exited.
He turned it over to display the picture card tucked inside, depicting Michael the Archangel stamping on Lucifer's head. "I don't need luck," he said.
After his moment with Gabrian, Koenig put his dented helmet back on his head and climbed the metal ladder to resume his rooftop duty within an hour of being hit.
"I know any one of these guys would do the same," he explained. "If they could keep going, they would."
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