Back in Action: An American Soldier's Story of Courage, Faith and Fortitude

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The Inspiring True Story of the First Amputee to Return to Active Command in Iraq...

In Back in Action: An American Soldier's Story of Courage, Faith, and Fortitude, Captain David Rozelle tells the whole gripping story: from the day he had to tell his pregnant wife that he was going to war (Valentine's Day 2003) and deployed tor Operation Iraqi Freedom, to the fateful day four months later when a land mine tore off his right foot—and beyond, through months of agonizing ...

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Overview

The Inspiring True Story of the First Amputee to Return to Active Command in Iraq...

In Back in Action: An American Soldier's Story of Courage, Faith, and Fortitude, Captain David Rozelle tells the whole gripping story: from the day he had to tell his pregnant wife that he was going to war (Valentine's Day 2003) and deployed tor Operation Iraqi Freedom, to the fateful day four months later when a land mine tore off his right foot—and beyond, through months of agonizing rehabilitation to his final triumphant recertificationo as "Fit for Duty."

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  • ISBN-13: 9780895260413
  • Publisher: Regnery Publishing, Inc., An Eagle Publishing Company
  • Publication date: 2/8/2005
  • Pages: 230
  • Product dimensions: 6.34 (w) x 9.12 (h) x 0.94 (d)

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 The Price of Freedom 1
Chapter 2 Sitting on the Border 9
Chapter 3 The War Machine Starts Turning 17
Chapter 4 My Life as a Texan 31
Chapter 5 Kim, My Love and Army Wife 57
Chapter 6 An End to Major Combat in Iraq 71
Chapter 7 First Contact 79
Chapter 8 Success of the Model City and Its Fall 99
Chapter 9 In Her Own Words 119
Chapter 10 Taking My Foot Does Not Mean Taking My Life 141
Chapter 11 Recovery and Birth 165
Chapter 12 My New Mission: Amputee Support 187
Chapter 13 Fit for Duty 209
Acknowledgments 229
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First Chapter

Back in Action

An American Soldier's Story of Courage, Faith, and Fortitude
By David Rozelle

Regnery Publishing, Inc.

Copyright © 2005 Captain David Rozelle
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-89526-041-7


Chapter One

The Price of Freedom

IT'S NOT HARD TO GET YOUR MIND FOCUSED for a mission when there's a price on your head. It was the day that would change my life forever, 21 June 2003, in Hit (pronounced "heat"), Iraq.

Just a few days before, my translator and I were smoking cigarettes and enjoying some hot tea, waiting with a few sheiks for our weekly situation meeting to begin. I was the de facto sheriff of Hit. As we waited for the rest of the sheiks to arrive, we would discuss the Iran-Iraq war. My translator had been a POW in the war, held for eleven years in an Iranian prison. He had been pressed into military service after his third year of medical school and served as an infantryman. As a POW, he found himself doing procedures in prison with no anesthesia, no sanitary rooms, and few medical instruments. His techniques kept fellow prisoners alive, but were often brutal and crippling. After getting out of prison, he decided to never practice medicine again. He was a good man, and was proud to be of service to those who had freed him for the second time in his life.

After taking a long drag on one of my Marlboros, he looked over at me and said in a low voice, "Captain, do not go on your mission tonight."

I was surprised. "I always lead my men," I responded. "It's still dangerous and I want to command on the ground."

He said, "Your men will be safe, but you will be attacked. If you go, it may be your last mission."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I said angrily. In a loud voice, so that the sheiks in the room could hear, I continued, "You're not trying to threaten me, are you? I will destroy any man who attacks me. Tell me who is saying these things-I'll arrest them today!"

He spoke to me carefully, in a low voice so that others couldn't hear, trying to calm me: "Captain, there are men in town who are planning missions in our mosques, under the command of clerics here and from Ar Ramadi. These men I do not know. But they are dangerous. Some are from Iran, and some are from Syria. It's rumored that they have offered $1,000 U.S. to any man who can kill you, the one who rides in the vehicle with the symbols K6 on the side ... the one who always wears sunglasses. They recognize you as the leader, and as one who is successful and powerful.... Please do not go tonight."

I responded out loud, "You spread the word: I am powerful and I command many men. Out of respect for the people of Hit, I have yet to bring my tanks into this city and show you my full combat capabilities. Let the town know that the whereabouts of these terrorists must be reported in order to protect the innocent civilians of this city. I'm not afraid and I'm not threatened."

On our mission that night, we did arrest several suspicious people and killed two men who tried to attack our tanks with rocket-propelled grenades (RPGs). After such a wild night, we decided to stay out of the city for a few days. Unfortunately, we were giving the terrorists more time to prepare their next attack.

It was 1630 hours on the day of my final mission. I could tell when my men were ready because the sounds below changed from bolts charged and orders given during the final pre-combat inspection to laughter and tough talk. I never came down from my command post until I heard the distinctive sound of my high mobility multi-wheeled vehicle (Humvee), distinctive because each Humvee has its own pitch or hum. Upon hearing that sound, I knew that my windshield and binocular lenses were clean, my maps updated with the most current intelligence, my radios checked, and my personal security detachment was loaded, with weapons pointed outward. With so many antennae and barrels protruding, we must have looked like some strange oversized desert insect. But before I walked down to conduct my final inspection, I continued my tradition of kissing the picture of my wife, Kim, listening to the message she had recorded in the frame, and saying a short prayer to God to take care of my unborn child if I did not return.

I was "Killer 6," which is the code word for the leader of K Troop, 3rd Squadron, 3rd Armored Cavalry Regiment. I commanded 139 men, nine M1A2 main battle tanks, 13 M3A2 Cavalry fighting vehicles, two tracked vehicles carrying 120 mm mortar guns, three support tracked vehicles, and five wheeled vehicles.

Before heading out on the mission, I would walk the line of soldiers to look at their faces. It wasn't just to make a final inspection. They needed to see me confident and unafraid of our impending mission. We treated every mission the same, whether we were conducting a traffic control point (TCP) or were capturing terrorists. My men had to be ready for anything.

A few weeks earlier, my boss had informed me that now that we had "stood up" an entirely new police force, we had to train them in police work. This tasking was a V Corps requirement. I was excited about it, tired of conducting patrols where I spent most of my time watching over my shoulder. Training leads to confidence and job comfort. We had done something historic. Within weeks of the end of major combat operations, we had rearmed Iraqi soldiers and were now patrolling the streets with them. They certainly needed training, and training was our task for the night.

We had scheduled the first night of training to start at 1700 hours, as it promised to be cooler than midday. The sun did not set until 2030 or 2100 hours, so we had plenty of time to train. We had planned on teaching for two hours, which we knew would turn into three or four. We always planned twice the amount of time to do anything with local forces.

It was about 1640 hours when we finally headed out the gate of our compound. I was traveling with two of my Humvees, my own and an improvised gun-truck, and two military police (MP) Humvees. As I crossed through the wire at the lead of the convoy, I called my departure report to Squadron Operations Center and told my detachment to lock and load their weapon systems.

On the squadron radio, I reported, "Thunder, this is Killer 6 ... Killer is departing FOB Eden to Hit police academy, vicinity soccer stadium, with one officer and twenty-one enlisted."

Changing hand microphones, I immediately followed, "Killer, this is Killer 6, lock and load your weapon systems and follow my move."

After getting acknowledgments from the three vehicles following me, I charged my 9 mm Beretta, watching as the bullet slipped easily into the chamber. As was my custom, as a deterrent to possible wrongdoers, I had my pistol outside the window in my right hand, and my left inside on the Bible my father had given me just before deploying to Iraq. Inscribed on the inside cover were the words, "Use it as a tour guide," and in the back I had pasted a picture of my wife and me with my parents, taken just after our deployment ceremony.

It was only about five miles from our Forward Operating Base (FOB) to the town of Hit. Just before we reached the roundabout at the north end of the city, I told my driver to turn left down a dirt road we often used for observation by tanks at night.

I intended to avoid the roundabout in order to avoid detection from any spies at the first intersection. The dirt road took us from one paved road to another, and was only about two hundred meters in length. Just as we reached the far side, I noticed that the gradual terrace that normally allowed easy access to the road was now steeper and recently graded. Looking over the edge, I decided that the vehicles could handle the drop and we started to ease over the ledge.

As we began rolling again, everything exploded.

My right front tire, just under my feet, detonated an anti-tank mine. The mine violently lifted the Humvee off the ground and set it back on the three remaining of four wheels. The blast was so powerful that most of it went out and up from the front tire, launching a door and tire a hundred meters away. Blinded by smoke and dust, I wasn't sure exactly what had just happened, but I knew we were either under attack by RPGs or artillery, or had struck a mine-and that I was injured.

I looked down and saw blood on my arms, and through my glasses I could see that my bulletproof vest seemed to have absorbed a lot of shrapnel. Everything was quiet. I could not speak. I was in terrible pain. I heard noises coming from my driver, screams of pain and fear. I was more confused than afraid.

Finally, I got my voice and asked, "Is everyone okay?"

My driver responded with more screams, and my translator simply gave me a crazy look.

We needed to get out of the Humvee. I began to pull at my left leg, but I couldn't get it free. My left foot was trapped under the firewall and heater. The right front portion of the vehicle's frame was now on the ground, so I set my right foot out into the sand to get some footing, in order to pull myself and my left leg free. But I couldn't get any footing.

I thought, "Fuck ... Oh, God, I am hurt ... I have to get out of here ... Why aren't they shooting at me? We're trapped in a stationary vehicle ... They've got me ... Fuck, that hurts ... Move, David, move now!"

It felt as if I were setting my right foot into soft mud or a sponge. I looked down to see blood and bits of bone squeezing out of the side of my right boot. I gave one big push and turned to dive into the arms of two brave men who ran selflessly into the minefield to save me.

My good friend and fiercest warrior, Sergeant First Class John McNichols, grabbed me and said, "Don't worry, sir, I've got you."

All I could do was look at the ground. I tried to use my feet, but neither one would bear my weight. I could hear First Sergeant Cobal sighing under the burden of my weight.

I looked into his eyes and said, "I can't walk. I'm fucked up."

Turning now to face Sergeant First Class McNichols, I said, "My feet are messed up."

Sergeant First Class McNichols smiled at me and said, "It's just a walk in the park, sir."

That was the last time I ever used my right foot.



Excerpted from Back in Action by David Rozelle Copyright © 2005 by Captain David Rozelle. Excerpted by permission.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 2, 2006

    Back in Action Review

    The book Back in action by Captain Rozelle is a very well written story about his time spent in the military, and his service in Iraq. There were some very important life messages. Of course there are some good and bad points in the book, as there are in every book. Unfortunately Captain Rozelle was on a mission in Iraq and was in the lead Humvee, and unfortunately got his leg blown off by a land mine while on a mission. Luckily no one else got injured who was under his command. Eventually he was able to fight his way back into the battle. He has had a very military oriented life he was following in his family¿s footsteps. There are many of messages in this book. All of the messages are very important, but the one that most people can relate to is perseverance. The main message of the book that stood out to me the most was perseverance. Perseverance is very obvious while reading. When Captain Rozelle¿s leg was blown off he did not let that stop him he work real hard and ended up working his way back to battle. This part is inspiring to many, to work ones disability to do great things in life. I really liked all the details in the stories. The story kept me wanting to read more and more. Captain Rozelle is a very strong man, not only physical but spiritually as well. This book kept me wanting to read it. It is not terribly hard to read. I would recommend this book for who ever is interested in reading books about military stories, over coming life changing experiences. I did have a few dislikes in this book. My dislike is not huge it was just something that I noticed it didn¿t really bother me, but it was still present in the story no matter what. He seemed to be full of him self. It seemed to be that he was bragging about all of his life¿s accomplishments. Although he seems to be full of him self to remember what he went through he has a right to brag about his accomplishments. He accomplished, and worked his way through what most people would give up on and just accept it. If someone would be going through a hard time loosing a body part this would be a great book. If someone had just gone through something tragic, and was looking for someone that they could look up to and help reach their goal, this book would be a great book to read. I never read books because I don¿t enjoy them, but I did enjoyed this book, I would tell anyone who doesn¿t like to read should check this book out. I would give this book an overall rating of four stars out of five. Overall this book was very well written. It had its good, and bad sides just like any other book. I would definitely recommend this book because it shows how one person can overcome such great odds, and do such great things in their lifetime.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 4, 2006

    Would love to see this on film !

    Wow! great story. Made me feel like I was right there next to him every step of the way. How could you not make a film about this one. How often do you hear about someone with such strong will and courage willing to face the enemy again, for a second time, with only one leg. Come on man! Its a no brainer! This is a must read. I loved it.

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