There I was… a typical sunny day in Iraq when called on a mission along one of the main supply routes (MSRs). We didn’t have much information except a 9-line for an urgent patient and a grid location. When we arrived, we landed alongside the road about 50 meters from a clump of trucks and personnel. Presumably the patient was in the middle of the mix, so my medic jumped out to assess the situation. I noticed he didn’t bring his medical bag with him. We were in the open dessert with no enemy in site, so I sent my crew chief to meet the medic and deliver the med bag. The next thing I know our crew chief is on his way back. Only this time, he is moving at about half speed and watching his feet. It looked oddly like a game of hopscotch. What seemed like an eternity later, the crew chief arrives, plugs in, and announces that we have landed in a mine field.
Written By: Katie Bigelow
Photo by Spc. Audrey Ward