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᠖ Free PDF Reading Into the Fire: A Firsthand Account of the Most Extraordinary Battle in the Afghan War ᠷ PDF Author Dakota Meyer ᢚ ᠖ Free PDF Reading Into the Fire: A Firsthand Account of the Most Extraordinary Battle in the Afghan War ᠷ PDF Author Dakota Meyer ᢚ Chapter 1 FINISH THE GAME I hope to have God on my side, President Lincoln wrote in 1862, regarding the Unions chances for victory in the Civil War, but I must have Kentucky That independence of spirit that you might call the nations soul is alive and well in the farming communities of central Kentucky My tiny town of Columbia might be considered poor by some standards We dont look at it like that We enjoy being on our own, making do with what we scratch out for ourselves The land is the reason people stay, generation after generation If you drive through Columbia, youll see modest homes and trailers on slab foundations, set near the road Fields stretch out where cattle and horses graze Nowadays, farming provides only a supplemental income for most families Commutes of twenty to sixty miles are common to hold down day jobs But the land keeps people returning to their homes at the end of the workdaythis feeling of space that comes with owning the acres outside your back door Im not saying its always wonderful My home life growing up was like tumbling inside a washing machine as I shuttled around the middle of Kentucky with my mother She was never content to stay in one place, or with one man, for too long She was as smart as she was independent, though, and always landed some job that brought in a little money Summers provided stability because my mother let me stay for weeks at Mike Meyers farm Mike was briefly married to my mother, and he legally adopted me when I was born As for my biological father, I had no contact with him I learned early on that just because you come from the same blood as someone doesnt mean they are family Big Mike Meyer was my real dad as far as I was concerned Big Mike, a University of Kentucky graduate, owned a threehundred acre farm in Greensburg He worked for Southern States, a farmer owned cooperative, and brought in extra cash by raising beef cows He lived in a plain house surrounded by open fields, with no curtains on the windows or pictures on the walls He came home each day, put on his overalls, and tended to chores Big Mike liked a steady routine, hunting, and the satisfaction of a well run farm His dad, Dwight, owned a bigger farm on the other side of the creek Dwight had served in the Marines and had later been an engineer He held himself and others to rigid standards, as if he could see the proper ways of living by looking through his surveyors scope He was, and still is, a fair but hard to please man Despite my falling short fairly often, he always seemed to think I was someone worth having in the family If you can feel that from your family, nothing can touch you When asked to describe my nature, Big Mike likes to tell the story of the ATV Big Mike kept his all terrain vehicle in the shed next to the house Consisting of a motor, a seat, and three or four wheels, the ATV is the twentieth century horse on farms across America It goes anywhere on a few gallons of gasoline and you dont have to shovel out the stable afterward It can speed across fields, splash through creeks, and claw up hillsides Without the ATV, life on a farm would be pure drudgery As a four year old, I was obsessed with it Id perch on the seat for hours, begging Dad to take me for one ride Finally, he decided to teach me a lesson Ko, he said, which was my nickname, I have work to do No rides When youre big enough to start the machine yourself, you can drive it yourself Since you had to kick start it like a balky motorcycle, Dad thought it would be a year or before I could do that Hed sit on the stoop after work, smiling as I pushed my little legs down, time and again This went on for weeks The angrier I got, the I tried The thing would not budge We are both pretty stubborn Big Mike was in the kitchen when he finally heard chug chug and rushed outside to see me smiling brightly Id figured out how to climb up on the seat and jump down on the kick lever with all forty pounds of me until that damn ATV started So he let me take it for a spin When I was eight, Dad brought me to his favorite tree stand on a cool October morning before dawn He was brushing leaves away to climb up into the stand when a deer walked into the open behind him, not fifty feet from us Dad, I whispered, theres a deer He squinted over his shoulder in the thin light If it has horns, he whispered, shoot it I let go with a shotgun The deer leaped straight up in the air and crashed down on its side without quivering I had killed an eight point buck When we butchered the carcass, I was so excited that the warm guts and the heavy smell of the blood didnt bother me In the years after that, hitting moving animals and birds gradually became second nature Cutting up fresh kills, ugly as that sounds, accustomed me to what I would encounter a decade later on the battlefield I had been in grammar school only a few years when my mother called Big Mike to say it seemed best if I stayed with him permanently One short phone call and my life had changed for the better When I was eleven, my school held a contest for the best public speaker in each grade, and Big Mike encouraged me to enter I wrote down what I wanted to say, and Dad and I practiced my lines at least ten times a day Slow down when you speak, he said Think about your main message and say it clearly Each speaker had three minutes When it was my turn, I talked about Tinker Bell, the Cowboy Cow We had no horses on our farm, so I picked out this big old cow and petted and talked to her every evening When she learned to come to my voice, I rewarded her with peaches and Dr Pepper Eventually, I was riding her to herd the other cows and lasso them I concluded my speech by declaring that Tinker Bell and I could win any cow race in the county, maybe in the whole state My little speech won first prize for the sixth grade From that tiny victory, I developed a confidence in speaking up that would later exasperate Marine sergeants and cause me some grief on occasion Each year, Dad gave me responsibility for ever serious chores When I was in the seventh grade, Grandfather DwightDads dad came by one fall day while I was driving the big tractor, spiking balls of hay This meant I was constantly shifting in the seat to look down at the steel forks and keep them aligned Grandfather Dwight lit into me with his booming voice He thought Id tip over the tractor and be crushed When Dad got home an hour later, one glance told him what was going on with the tractor and me and Grandpa I was trembling and shaky Dad put his arm around me and looked at his father He knows what hes doing, he said Ko, you go finish moving in hay When I was in the eighth grade, we were still growing tobacco on our farm In summer, when the broad leaves on the tobacco plants reached as tall as a man, youd hack off the stem and thrust a wooden pole through the leaf When youd speared ten stalkstwenty or poundsyoud stack the load in the patch for a few days, or toss it onto a trailer to take and hang in the barn Mexican itinerant workers came to do the cutting The pay was ten cents a spear I asked Dad to hire me I would work for an hour and then collapse for two The Mexican workers stayed in the fields ten hours a day, hoisting sixty spears an hour They were the hardest working men Ive ever seen You could wear long sleeved clothes, gloves, and a mask or kerchief to protect yourself while cutting I chose not to, so all that tobacco would rub in through my sweat After work, Id vomit until I had retched out the nicotine poison One night I couldnt stop throwing up and Dad rushed me to the hospital Even after they pumped fluids into me, I was so dehydrated I couldnt pee The nurses were about to put in a urinary catheter when my dad, laughing at my expression, persuaded them not to Most small farmers quit raising tobacco after the legal settlements in the late 90s I often wondered what became of those tough, cheerful Mexican workers I did all right in school, especially in math Dad did not let up on me When I left the laundry half done one dayI had stayed out too late and, for once, got home after he didhe had tossed the laundry out onto the lawn so I could start over and do it right But he didnt do stuff like that often because he didnt need to I was listening and learning Grandfather Dwight helped me with math and geometry as I went further in school Being an engineer, he showed me that a formula is just like a little machine you needed to figure out Its all simple logic, once you can see it right, he told me If you put it together right, it runs If you dont, it wont I liked the fact that math was black and white, yes or no, right or wrong, with no bullshit gray zones In high school sports, I wanted to be a running back I was too big to dodge around quickly, though I could smash into the opponents just fine To improve my agility, I put bales of hay out in the fields and practiced dodging through them Coach Mike Griffiths became a third father figure for me By my sopho year, I was the starting back in junior varsity For me, football was a game of high speed chessyou are looking for holes, thinking a few moves ahead, exploiting weaknesses, and looking for cover You are zigzagging into the fight or out of it toward the goal I dated girls and enjoyed high school lifeI tended toward tiny brunettesbut my life was mostly a gladiator school of, by, and for three demanding menfour including myself All that testosterone made me a little rough around the edges I tried to have some sensitivity around sensitive people, but generally, I would rather have punched a guy and gotten punched back I have a sweet cousin, Jennie, who is my age We were in the same high school and I said something to her that was a little mean It wouldnt have been anything if I had said it to her in our own backyard, as she would have just given me a face and thrown something at me But around her friends, it came off differently She went home upset Her dad, Uncle Mark, drove her over to our house and asked me to look at how upset she wasKo, if you dont stand up for your family, youll never have anything worthwhile in life, he said Dad was there, too, arms crossed, nodding his agreement I apologized to her and decided I would have to work on that side of my brain I would get sensitive Dad didnt want me to get carried away with that, however In about the eighth game of the season, we were playing a team that shut down our passing game Coach Sneed, one of my favorite coaches, had me run the ball a dozen times in the first quarter, mostly power plays straight ahead into the line Carry after carry, a pile of big bodies drove me into the dirt We scored once, with me buried beneath a thousand pounds of sweaty, swearing hulks By the next quarter, everyone in the stadium knew what every play was going to be Grind it out, gain three yards, keep possession, and above all, dont fumble Time after time, Id tuck the ball into my chest and slam my ramming arm into three or four speeding refrigerators At halftime, after twenty three carries, I staggered into the locker room, my left elbow so banged up that I couldnt bend it I sat down in agony Coach walked over with a bucket of ice, placed my elbow in it, and led the team back on the field for the second half A few minutes later, Dad burst into the locker room Get out there and finish the game, he said, and stormed out When I walked out to the field a few minutes later, Coach looked at my dad up in the stands and put me back in I was driving my four wheeler out to the end of my road when my cousin Jennie came speeding by She hit the brakes and backed up, and we chatted As she left, I told her she needed to slow down She laughed and said she was always in a hurry The next day, she crashed fifteen feet from where we had spoken the night before She was in a coma for a time in Louisville I would go visit her and, just sitting there and looking at her, I got some work done on the sensitivity thing I even whispered, I love you, everything is going to be all right, and she squeezed my hand It took her a long time and a lot of work, but she has now graduated from college and gotten married One thing I can say is, the Meyer family is not one for giving up They dont let you That winter, I started in on basketball, practicing like a madman, but I wasnt right for it After a few games, Coach Curry let me know that I had set a new school record for turnovers I decided it was my time to go into retirement to help the team That kind of jock community was all I knew about, however, so until football started up again, I helped the coach and did some motivation stuff for the team, just to be around my friends and feel useful My sensitivity thing was going pretty well, too, until I got into an argument with a girl and she stuck a pair of scissors into my chest It sounds worse than it was We were hanging decorations in the gym for a big dance I made some stupid remark to herI was actually attracted to her It sure didnt come off well, as she threw her scissors at me without thinking, and they somehow just stuck in my chest They didnt go deep, but I had a lot of muscles there that just held the tips, so there they were People screamed as though I had been murdered, but I just plucked the scissors out and went for some Band Aids Since I had started the altercation, I got suspended Until then, I thought I was doing well on that front, but I had a ways to go Dad said I had better get it figured out before I met a girl with a gun The school guidance counselor, Ann, was a friend of our family who had known me all my life When I needed social coaching or some tips on talking to girls without getting stabbed, Id troop into Anns office and sprawl on a chair while she explained the basics be honest and upfront, care about what others are doing and what they care about, dont tease, listen, listen, listen, and take peoples emotions and worries seriously Special reminder do not make fun of people in public Write that on your hand I was okay talking to guys If we had disagreements, why, we could just start fighting I was a typical heavyweight in that department Id paw with my left, then plow in with my right, using it like a pile driver, hammering away Most times, the other guy and I would end up grappling for a headlock while banging away, usually ending up on the ground with torn shirts, scraped elbows, and bruised faces hoping, by the way, that our friends would please pull us apart I figured as long as my win lose ratio was at 50 percent, I was doing okay When I was fourteen, my best friend, Mike Staton, tagged me with a roundhouse that knocked me off my feet A dazzling white light exploded behind my eyes At the hospital, the doctor confirmed I had suffered a serious concussion and should take up another hobby For quite a few days, any sudden move sent an electric shock of pain around my skull In my senior year, a football injury ended my dream of playing college ball I was the stereotypical cocky jock who had fizzled out True to form, I tested how far I could push the buttons of some of my teachers I got into the habit of leaving school in my Dodge truck at lunchtime and not returning Dad didnt know I was screwing up Somehow, I got involved helping a teacher, Mrs Rattliff, who was working with autistic kids at the school Maybe the way they stayed to themselves made me relate I asked Mrs Rattliff if the autistic kids could use any help Well, those kids were amazing They picked up fast on everything I liked seeing them improve I enjoyed horsing around with them when lesson time ended Wed walk down the corridors together, our own little group of happy misfits But, in terms of a football scholarship, I was pretty screwed I was walking through the cafeteria in May of my senior year with no idea where I was headed next My knee had been stitched up twice and Id had three concussions I had one vague scholarship offer from a vague college, but even if I faked my way through the entry physical, I knew my knee wouldnt last another season I was washed up as an athlete and I hadnt developed strong study habitsI was bored by academics I sure didnt want to waste Dads hard earned money drinking beer and cutting classes at some college I walked by a table with brightly colored brochures set up opposite the serving line A rugged looking sergeant with a crew cut stood behind the table He was wearing dress blues He looked like he owned the state of Kentucky Have you been in combat I asked Yes, sir, thats what Marines mostly do, he said Fallujah, Iraq It was a shit hole when we got there and worse when we left My granddad didnt talk much about the Marines, but he was proud of his service I knew they were tough Yes, boot camp is rough and not everyone makes it through, the sergeant told me The pay isnt bad, seeing as we pay your room and board and ammunition I asked him some questions No, he didnt like the M4 carbinenot enough stopping power He preferred the 7.62 So do I, I said The.308 can put down a big buck My obvious reference to hunting fell on deaf ears He wasnt impressed with shooting something that couldnt shoot back I felt I was taking an interview and failing The sergeant was no talkative than I was So what are you planning to do he concluded, signaling he had given me enough of his time I dont know Probably go to school Play some college ball He shifted around the brochures Yes, you do that, he said, because youd never make it as a Marine I knew he was baiting me He straightened his stack of brochures, letting the fishing line play out Right, I couldnt ride that big ATV No sense in even trying I actually left the cafeteria before turning around and walking back to his table, his silver hook in my cheek You have the papers to sign up Youre seventeen Your father has to sign Youre not grown up yet If Im going to be in the Marines, I want to be in the infantry I want to fight, not sit behind a desk In 2006, our country was in two wars We had been attacked on 9 11 I was thirteen when I watched on television as the Twin Towers caved in I was than willing to fight the bastards who had murdered three thousand Americans Ill guarantee you a tryout at boot camp, the sergeant said If you make it through, you can become a grunt An hour later, he followed me out to our farm, where we sat around the kitchen table and he told me about the fighting in Fallujah A lot of shots at five hundred meters, he said, straight down the streets I could hit at that range, I said Uh huh I dont know whether he believed me or not We sat without saying much until Dad walked in after work He looked at the two of us Ko, he said, what have you done now The three of us talked for the next hour There was no hard sell The recruiting sergeant and my father left the decision up to me I dont want to go to college, Dad, I said And I dont want to stay here herding cows I want something better Well, Ko, he said, I dont disagree with your choice.A story of men at their best and at their worst leaves you gaping in admiration at Medal of Honor winner Dakota Meyers courage National Review Meyers dazzling bravery wasnt momentary or impulsive but deliberate and sustained The Wall Street Journal A cathartic, heartfelt account Combat memoirs dont get any personal Kirkus Reviews A great contribution to the discussion of an agonizingly complex subject The Virginian Pilot Black Hawk Down meets Lone Survivor. Library Journal Into the Fire is a deeply compelling tale of valor and duty Dakota Meyer will not identify as a hero, but he will, I think, accept the title warrior Dakota s storytelling is precise and, for a Medal of Honor recipient, touchingly humble With deft prose he drops us smack in the middle of one of the most heinous small unit firefights of the current wars His insights into military tactics and politics in a war zone are sharp and uncompromising and work as a primer on infantry war fighting for the uninitiated Dakota was a magnificent marine and he is now an equally magnificent chronicler of warfare and the small group of people who do today s fighting for America.Anthony Swofford, author of JarheadThe story of what Dakota did will be told for generations.President Barack Obama, from remarks given at Meyers Medal of Honor ceremonySergeant Meyer embodies all that is good about our nations Corps of Marines His heroic actions will forever be etched in our Corps rich legacy of courage and valor.General James F Amos, Commandant of the Marine Corps Bing Wests greatest strengths are his exceptional personal courage and his experienced perception of combat The Washington PostWest is the grunts Homer Los Angeles Times Book Review Rohingya Recount Atrocities They Threw My Baby Into a Oct , COX S BAZAR, Bangladesh Hundreds of women stood in the river, held at gunpoint, ordered not to move A pack soldiers stepped toward Prayer Points To Bring The Glory God Your Life Let us start by singing this glorious song which was taught and sung Pastor Mrs Sade Olukoya MFM All shakeable must be shaken, moveable keep on moving, I m serving fire fire Dizionario inglese italiano WordReference Traduzione del vocabolo e dei suoi composti, discussioni forum Catching Fire Hunger Games Against all odds, Katniss Everdeen has won annual with fellow district tribute Peeta Mellark But it victory defiance Capitol their harsh rules Hamden Retirees Association, IncKILA November shocking events fifty years ago today, days that followed, are snapshot moments indelibly etched into memories Americans who were old enough time comprehend gravity what had happened Trevose Company Trevose, PA DON T BECOME STATISTIC Thanksgiving is for families tradition, each can do our part prevent these percent preventable tragedies, said MADD National President Colleen Sheehey Church, whose year son Dustin killed teen drunk drugged crash Home Firehouse Firehouse firefighter s source breaking firefighting news, training webcasts education, service leadership and, safety technical rescue IAFF Main International Association Fighters fighters other first responders face high rates post traumatic stress, depression suicide For decades, shame stigma have kept issues dark Fire Safety specialists Greater Pittsburgh FIRE EXTINGUISHERS ABC EXTINGUISHER CO Not having correct extinguisher certain type or unit doesn t discharge turn minor situation potential disaster quickly Dakota Meyer dakotameyer Instagram photos videos k Followers Following Posts See videos from Dakota Wikipedia Louis born June United States MarineA veteran War Afghanistan, he awarded Medal Honor his actions during Battle Ganjgal September Kunar Province, Afghanistan Home Facebook Meyer, Columbia, KY likes talking about Help honor Marines educating children through Marine Corps DakotaMeyer Twitter giving bad boy away an contest flipsidecanvasprints account Go visit insta profile YouTube Sergeant L veteran, recipient military highest honor, New York Times Biography Affair, Married, Wife, Ethnicity Who been felicitated Bristol Palin Ex Husband Opens Up About Bristol ex husband opened up split new Teen Mom OG star social media, Monday, while answering follower questions divorce feels like continual failure pagesix celebrated war but honored accomplishments baseball game clip obtained Page IMDb Kentucky, USA as He actor, known Maximum Warrior Range Look Cozy After Are rekindling relationship two appear reconciled number recent posts over last month Get push notifications news Into the Fire: A Firsthand Account of the Most Extraordinary Battle in the Afghan War

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    • Into the Fire: A Firsthand Account of the Most Extraordinary Battle in the Afghan War
    • Dakota Meyer
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    • 2016-11-27T00:44+02:00