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"Giunta gets hit in his front plate and in his assault pack and he barely
notices except that the rounds came from a strange direction. Sheets of
tracers are coming from his left, but the rounds that hit him seemed to
come from dead ahead. He’s down in a small washout along the trail
here the lip of packed earth that should have protected him, but it didn’t.
“That’s when I kind of noticed something was wrong,” Giunta said. “The
rounds came right down the draw and there are three people — all
friends — in the same vicinity. It happened so fast....
When Gallardo goes down with a bullet to the helmet, Giunta runs over to
him to drag him behind cover, but Gallardo gets back on his feet
immediately. They’re quickly joined by Giunta’s SAW gunner, PFC Casey,
and the three men start pushing forward by throwing hand grenades and
sprinting between the blasts. Even enemy who are not hit are so
disoriented by the concussion that they have trouble functioning for a
second or two. The group quickly makes it to Eckrode, who’s wounded and
desperately trying to fix an ammo jam in his SAW, and Gallardo and Casey
stay with him while Giunta continues on his own. He throws his last
grenade and then sprints the remaining ground to where Brennan should
be. The Gatigal spur is awash in moonlight, and in the silvery shadows
of the holly forests he sees two enemy fighters dragging Josh Brennan
down the hillside. He empties his M4 magazine at them and starts running
toward his friend.
The Army has a certain interest in understanding what was going through
Giunta’s mind during all of this, because whatever was going through his
mind helped save the entire unit from getting killed."
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That's one hell of a fighter right there.
My instinct is telling me that we are possibly looking at a future general (if he chooses that path).
Thank you for your service.