My Friend, 2LT Homer J. Wright III

Second Lt. Homer J. Wright III bit off a chunk of his tongue when he rocketed out of his seat and smashed his head on the roof. Blood oozed from his mouth and chin. As black smoke and the smell of burning oil filled the vehicle, the Georgia Army National Guard soldier wondered, “Is this the end?” The Humvee was rolling off the road, toward a canal filled with deep, greenish water. Read the full article here...