Jake

Everyone has to get there by a certain time to be in their own position.

So we can all assaulted at the same time.

So I just start walking up mountains, down mountains.

It feels like it takes forever miles and miles.

I keep banging my leg on rocks and sticks and everything, and everyone's miserable, not just me.

So I'm like, I just can't wait to get here.

And we get there a little early, just before the sun's starting to come up so we can see better.

You don't really need your night vision goggles on anymore.

Everyone gets in position outside this village and we have maybe 30 minutes before everybody else is due at the village.

I roll over in my butt.

Everybody's, you know, in their prone positions, facing out with their rifles, defending the middle.

And I finally look at my leg and I look down and my camo pants are just soaked in blood.

My tan combat boots are the darkest red I've ever seen.

The pant legs are all torn up and tattered.

My squad leader who's in charge of me is sitting right by me and he notices that I'm now looking at my leg.

I peel back the fabric and I look and it's just this bubbling abyss of blood and sticks and rocks.

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.