Jake

And I don't even know how big the wound is.

There's blood everywhere.

It looks like it stopped bleeding now, maybe a couple hours ago, but clearly a lot of blood loss.

He says my face just goes instantly pale right away.

Like all the adrenaline is kind of wearing off now.

He calls for our platoon medic to come over, who's one of my best buddies.

You know, he's joking, walking over saying, you know, what do you guys need?

Stop wasting my time.

And he looks at my leg and immediately knows something's wrong and begins to cut my pants and boots off and

He can't believe it.

I'm sitting there joking with him saying that I'm fine.

We can keep going.

But he rinses it out the best he can with his saline water or whatever and wraps it up.

And we talked to our platoon sergeant who is going to make the call on what we're going to do about this if they have to get me out of there now or if we can wait till afterwards.

The decision was it stopped bleeding already.

We're going to just wait.

Me, the platoon sergeant in charge and the medic are going to sit back.

And they can handle assaulting the village without us.

There's another 100 guys.

They don't need us.