Friday, January 4, 2008

Injured Mountaineer Returns to Combat

Following this holiday season, students and workers around the world head back to their respective occupations, having hopefully enjoyed a relaxing Christmas and New Years holiday. Yet one WVU Mountaineer alumnus- after months of surgery, recovery, and rehab- is heading back to an altogether different type of work place: the perilous streets of Baghdad, Iraq. I eagerly take this opportunity to share with you the personal story of a good friend, fellow soldier, and former teammate, 1LT Tony Messenger.

I feel that altogether, America is missing out on the personal side of the Iraq & Afghanistan conflicts. Where is the memoir of the individual soldiers whom have been injured in war? It is certainly not on the front pages of the Washington Post or USA Today. I have long believed that history is best learned through biography- and headlines of “Five Troops Injured in Roadside Blast” don’t tell the story we need to hear.

“The United States of America is not at war, the U.S. Military is at war. America is at the f*cking shopping mall.”

Did the soldiers endure penetrating wounds or blast concussions? Who rushed to the aid of the injured Soldiers? What cutting edge treatment techniques were used to save their life? How were they evacuated to a higher level of care? Once home in America, were they able to rehab and return to fight alongside their comrades? These are all questions that go through my mind every time the media puts a ‘number’ on American lives and fails to tell their real story. Who really is satisfied with a name, age, rank, and home state!?!

Following is a detailed personal account of Tony’s injuries suffered and resulting evacuation after detonating an IED while on foot patrol in Iraq in late October 2007. From Tony’s personal account, he remarked of not feeling any pain following the initial blast. Within a minute Tony was on the radio to higher command reporting the blast and simply stating “no injuries to our men.” Not until several minutes later when a member of his platoon noticed his blood soaked uniform, did Tony start to learn of his own injuries.

Zach, What’s up brother! Yeah I got a little banged up. I had 12 holes in my body, 2 on my left calf, one in my tattoo, and one just above. Those two have healed. I had 5 in my right thigh. They pulled two AA batteries out of that leg. All but one of those is completely healed. I had a deep gash on my left forearm. It was to the point I could see the muscle when they packed it. That one is also healed for the most part. I had an entry wound on my left belt line with 2 exit wounds on my back. And then the last one was a gash on my left hip. It was fairly deep but is also mostly healed. The doc cleared me to run about a week ago. Man I am a pathetic excuse for a runner right now. Not that I was ever that great but damn it is pathetic now. I am on Rear Detachment and will be here for Christmas as of right now. I would love to see you and catch up. I hope to get back to my platoon in early Jan. I am part of 4th Bde 2ID (SBCT) (FYI, I love the Stryker). We are currently in Baqubah. I lost 3 guys to a suicide bomber 3 weeks after I was wounded. So that was a little difficult to swallow. I spoke at their memorial service here in Fort Lewis also very painful. I pray that you don't have to ever go through that as a leader.
-Tony

*The thought of AA batteries entering the human body as shrapnel is harrowing to me. Nobody will probably ever know if the batteries were used to power the detonating device or whether they were packed into the home-made bomb. The only thing I do know is that Tony will have the coolest X-ray in the world to show his kids when they get older!!!

Zach,
So here is the exact methods they used. On my left arm they used an Israeli bandage. They put the tourniquet on my right leg immediately followed up with more Israeli bandages. None of the wounds were big enough for the Chitosen on any of my entry or exit wounds. The other ones were small and they just wrapped them mostly. I was evacuated in a Stryker medical evacuation vehicle from the point of injury to forward operating base “Freedom” where they proceeded to cut off every scrap of clothing I had remaining on me and gave me lots of drugs or pain meds as you guys would call them. I was flown (via UH-60 MEDEVAC, wooot!) to Balad to LSA Anaconda a level III about 15-20 min flight north of Warhorse after about an hour or 2. I was naked wrapped in a space blanket freezing my ass off. I think the worst part of it was seeing all of my guys faces when I was flown out and at the point of injury. I was in the Hospital at Anaconda for 3 days. I had one surgery there. I was moved via C-17 to Landstuhl, Germany- that flight was miserable. I was strapped to a stretcher for the duration. They took care of my pain but it was just miserable having to sit there for that long. I was in Germany for 2-3 days had my second surgery and was then evacuated to Andrews Air Force Base in Maryland. I was there for a day and then flew again via C-17 to Fort Lewis, WA. I am getting ready to go back in Jan. I will be cleared on the 27th of Dec.
-Tony

*I find it remarkable that through such a traumatic experience as getting blown up, with a dozen penetrating wounds- the hardest part for Tony was seeing ‘the faces of his men’ as he was evac’d out. This remark to me is the epitome of Selfless Service and why the United States Army is the greatest fighting force that ever existed.
*Tony will probably try to hunt me down and strangle me for posting this picture on the internet- but it goes to show what the warrior’s body can endure. I can personally attest that Tony’s strength never was running, but he could hump a rucksack farther and faster than anybody I ever knew. We always told him he should enter the Olympics as a speedwalker because he could keep a pace of 4-5mph forever. I always remember our training for Ranger Challenge when Tony was out front doing his speedwalk and I had to run to keep up! This picture was taken in November 2002 at the Veterans Memorial 5K race in Fairmont, WV. (Is the Uncle Sam in this picture not ironic?)

Monday, December 31, 2007

Mauss Bros Do Canadia!!!

The long awaited ski trip to British Columbia's Whistler-Blackcomb finally arrived!!! When you live in Alabama, you have no choice but to make every ski trip count like it was your last! Everybody laughed at how I went into 'Drill Sergeant' mode every morning to get our butts on the bus and to the base of the mountains- but when there is untouched pow-pow waiting to be discovered, some feelings might have to be hurt! It was no easy task taking on the same slopes that the Olympians will ski in 2010, but somebody had to do it.
Ben spent a LOT of time the first two days rolling in the white stuff.... but I suppose when you learn to board in Iowa, riding North America's finest doesn't come easy!!!

On Christmas Eve day the clouds parted and we got our first view of the magnificent B.C. Coastal Range!!! Yeah for AWESOME Friends! BenJamin, Z, Christina, & AMoDang, I love B&W in the mtns!!!

Sunday, November 25, 2007

"Things to Know Before You Ski to the North Pole"

Inspiring Arctic explorer Ben Saunders shares the story of his incredible solo-journey across the frozen seas in search of the North Pole! I couldn't agree more with Ben's message as he hopes to inspire others to reach their potential in life and challenge the perceived limits of the human body. This video is well worth 18 minutes of your time!!!
Enjoy, Z
(Thank you Jessica for sharing this!)

Monday, November 19, 2007

MEDEVAC Shenanigans...

Every day here in San Antonio at the Medical Service Corps Officer Basic Course, I sit through a seemingly endless barrage of PowerPoint presentations. Every topic from military law to echelons of medical care on the battlefield is covered. Although it is certainly useful information that we will use throughout our career, the classes have been termed "Death by PowerPoint." The reality that life as an officer isn't always fun & games is just hitting people for the first time. For myself, I'd like to say I've been warned of all the menial tasks that go with the job, but the true reality is still setting in. Then again, I remind myself I have made the cut into one of the most honorable and challenging jobs in the military: aeromedical evacuation. Of course, I haven't earned my wings yet- but I'm just itching to get in the cockpit and start flying! The anticipation is almost intoxicating at times. So nearly everyday, when I come home from class a bit fed up with all the boring presentations, I pull up this video on YouTube and get myself excited for what lies ahead. I hope you enjoy...

(Notice the guy on the last shot of the video with the hanging boog...needless to say I think I'll fit in well with these guys!)

Friday, November 16, 2007

The Grand Finale of a Great Season...

Well, every good season must come to an end. As I look back on the past 11 months of racing, I have a sense of disbelief towards all the amazing places I've competed! But most of all, I remain excited for the future- I have high hopes for the coming years- goals which include Xterra (offroad Triathlon), Adventure Racing, and of course Ironman Triathlon!!! But it's time to reflect for a moment...
For the first time this year, I've felt the burden of training in less than perfect 'conditions.' In Jerusalem over the first half of the year, time was an infinite gift but space was incredibly precious. Planning long runs and bike rides without running around the city block 75x's was certainly tricky and found me in some locations I would never have seen otherwise! I know it's difficult to picture, but just take my word for it- planning a 15 mile+ training run in East Jerusalem is not easy! The end of those countless hours of running brought me to the start line of the Dead Sea Marathon in Amman, Jordan. The race start outside of Amman at an altitude of 2493 ft would descend over the 26.2 mile course to 1200 ft. BELOW sea level, for a total descent of over 3600 ft! Talk about a fast course!!! Completing the 'Lowest Marathon on Earth' in a PR of 3:28:45 also brought me one step closer to my goal of running a marathon on every continent- Asia & North America down, five more to go!

Fast forward a few months and I found myself a full time working man! With days in the Army often lasting 12 hrs or more, training for the NYC Marathon become a whole different challenge. I was forced to focus almost solely on my long weekend runs and let go of other weekly mileage goals that I normally would have met. Gone are the days of Academia when many hours of the day can be devoted to cooking, working out, snoozing, and training some more. Yet it all seemed to work out and I proved to myself that I don't have to give up on the Endurance Quest just because I have a full time job!

Following my wonderful experience in NYC (see previous post), I felt content to 'hang it up' for the year. Of course I wouldn't stop working out, but it was time to relax a bit more. And then the inevitable happened- I was searching the net and came across an Offroad Duathlon outside of San Antonio. Okay, ONE more fun race will help bring closure to the season! This Sunday morning will consist of a 3.1 mile trail run-12 mile Mountain Bike- 3.1 mile trail run, done in consecutive fashion! I am beyond excited to start racing off-road since that is where I feel most at home. Ironically, old Gary has never raced before and even though he is a dinosaur in bicycle years, I think he's up to the challenge.

And I'm additionally excited for the trail race this weekend since I just got a new pair of kicks- okay, so I buy shoes like it's my hobby. But seriously, these shoes are pretty sweet...my first ever pair of La Sportivas! Run on... Have a good one!
-Z-

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

The Invitation...

The following is an excerpt from a powerful poem I recently found, written by Oriah. "The Invitation" was used in a Ironman Triathlon video chronicling the heroic life of Jon Blais- better known as the 'ALS Warrior Poet.' Like Jon, I find myself being uninterested in the superficial qualities and experiences of other people. I really don't care where you're from- I want to know where you've been!!! Like other servicemembers in todays military, I meet people everyday who I could potentially go to war with. Were it not for the lengthy training required for aviators, I would very likely be leaving for Iraq or Afghanistan in January 2008. With an understanding of the challenges ahead I find myself constantly judging others- to see who I can count on when things go bad- and certainly being judged myself. As people's true character doesn't shine until they are at their very worse- tired and hungry, it is certainly difficult to come upon a final judgement when we are well fed and rested, or 'fat & happy' as we like to say. I know I'll get that chance, to see myself at my very worse- exhausted and empty- in the very near future. I just hope I meet the same high expectations I hold for others...

The Invitation
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will standin the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.

Friday, November 9, 2007

Army Strong!!!

My first two months in the United States Army!!!