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Sunday
Jul222012

You Are Stronger Than You Think You Are

Author Bob Drury wrote an article in Men's Health in 2007 that focused on the challenges faced by our Wounded Warriors as they return from the battlefields of Iraq and Afghanistan.  He followed up recently with an article in the Men's Health online magazine about Corpsman George Grant's perspective on what happened the day he saved my life.  And then last week he wrote a blog post about what I thought about George and how calm under pressure he was.

 

During my inspirational speaking, I often tell people that they are stronger than they think they are.  This is certainly true of George Grant.  When I was shot, his medical skills had not yet been tested to the degree they were that day.  I am sure he was very nervous when I was bleeding like crazy and he had a tiny window of time to save me.  But just like you, George is (and was that day!) stronger than he thinks he is - he dug down deep and performed perfectly.  Below is a reprint of the blog post.

 

I volunteered to deploy to Iraq in 2006, not because I agreed with the war effort but because the Marines were there.  I transferred to a Civil Affairs unit that was looking for officers for their deployment, and figured, how many lawyers get the chance to lead Marines in a combat environment?  Of course I was nervous, but excited to finally deploy.  I was a Civil Affairs Team Leader, and our small team trained hard that summer.  When we arrived in Iraq we were attached to Third Battalion, Second Marines, a Marine infantry battalion from Camp Lejeune, North Carolina.

 

I remember checking in with the battalion leadership when I first got there, and can still picture the photographs of the young Marines on the wall in their headquarters building – Marines from the unit who had already been killed before I got there.  This was a unit that saw a lot of action.  I immediately became part of the Battalion Commander’s “jump team,” which is where I met Corpsman George Grant.  I know he and the other Marines were measuring me up for size on the first few humps we did together – long, draining marches in searing heat with over 50 pounds of armor plating, weapons and ammunition.  I held my own though, and knew that I had passed their test when they shared some of the Gatorade from their cooler at the end of a particularly long hump.

 

How many guys can point to a friend of theirs and say, “That guy saved my life.  Literally.”  Probably not many, but I am one of those guys.  George Grant saved my life in Iraq and we have been fast friends since then.  Right there on the battlefield George performed an emergency tracheotomy on me after I was shot in the head, and my plastic surgeon later said that George had done such a good job on it, that he thought another surgeon had actually performed the surgery.  Oh yeah, at the same time the sniper was still shooting at George and the other Marines, he was wearing all that protective gear I already described and if he wasted even a moment I would have died.

 

As an inspirational speaker, I often talk about my injury in Iraq, and what I learned from it that can apply to anybody facing challenges in their own lives.  And my favorite part of the speech is when I get to brag about George.  George is completely unassuming, probably uncomfortable with any extra attention he will get from this story, and would say that he was “just doing his job.”  In saving me though, he displayed the kind of courage that we read about in war novels, and he acted with complete disregard for his own life.

 

I was shot in October of 2006, and had a chance to reconnect with George in the Spring of 2007 when he and the rest of the battalion rotated back from Iraq to Camp Lejeune, North Carolina.  Because of other commitments, my wife and weren’t able to drive to Camp Lejeune from Virginia until the day the unit came back, and we had to get up at 4:00am the next morning to drive back, but we weren’t going to miss it for the world.  I have a great picture of me with George that I show every audience – you can tell from the picture that he is quiet, confident and just a good person.

 

Over the years George and I have stayed in touch over the phone, email and Facebook, and talking with him always brings a smile to my face.  But just a few weeks ago, my cousin orchestrated a long weekend for a handful of wounded warriors and their caregivers, and that included George as well.  We all had a wonderful time, and although I rarely pass up the chance to play golf, I did the second day we were there so that George and I could lounge by the pool, catch up and laugh about when I first “fell in” with the unit.

 

We laughed about first impressions, and also talked about the more serious aspects of war.  George is introspective, contemplative and a person who feels things strongly.  I am proud to be a friend of his, and extremely lucky that he was with us on October 18, 2006.  Otherwise I am certain I wouldn’t be here to write this.