Mike Durant

It's starting to swell.

I still have my trousers on, but they're very baggy.

Eventually, my leg's going to get big enough where they're skin tight.

And at that point, I'm like, there's no freaking way this leg is ever going to make it.

And they're approaching the door.

And I rewrap the chain around my wrist to make them think that I'm still chained up.

And I look.

And AK-47 threw the crack in the door.

Bang, round goes off towards me, but the person didn't take time to aim.

It hits the ground, maybe five feet away from me.

The round ends up in my left arm, and the shrapnel

from either the round or concrete floor ends up in the back of my fractured femur leg.

I'm like, Jesus Christ.

You know, I don't have enough going on here that they're shooting at me in captivity.

So I go to pull the round that decelerated to the point where it didn't go in that far.

And I went to pull it out and I burned the shit out of my fingers.

And a little lesson learned, if you get shot and you try to pull the round out, it's probably going to be hot if you don't give it very much time because it's obviously gone through the barrel at a high velocity.

So I burned my fingers, got it out, threw it on the ground.

All right, what's next, troops?

And somewhere in that night, I don't remember if it was before I got shot or after I got shot, but I start hearing the convoy.