This is a special tribute to all our military’s medical-rescue para-jumpers (PJ’s) deployed and who’ve served in our now ongoing 12-year war in Afghanistan and 10-year Iraq war. These men go into live combat zones to rescue and hopefully save their fellow soldiers, Afghani allied soldiers, and Afghani civilians, including children, caught and maimed in terrorist-detonated explosions and initiated gunfire.
This past winter-spring the National Geographic Channel aired Inside Combat Rescue documenting the daily and nightly missions by the 38th Rescue Squadron based near Kandahar, Afghanistan. I watched all 6 episodes in utter astonishment and disbelief in what those men see and manage, never knowing when their last mission might be — some terrorist bombers have
disguised themselves as Afghani allied soldiers, walked to the Pave Hawk Rescue helicopters and detonated themselves in order to kill, destroy, and maim as many humans as possible. I have included several images that capture briefly their courage and gut-wrenching repeating scenes. Warning, some images are graphic.
The show’s theme song was Radioactive by Imagine Dragons. This is my May 2013 artist/song and humble utmost respect and thanks to all of our military personnel who daily risk their lives fighting terrorism. With tears in my eyes, I bow to and salute all of you!
Lyrics to Radioactive by Imagine Dragons:
I’m waking up to ash and dust,
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust,
I’m breathing in, the chemicals.
I’m breaking in, shaping up, checking out on the prison bus.
This is it, the apocalypse, whoa.I’m waking up, I feel it in my bones.
Enough to make my systems blow.
Welcome to the new age, to the new age.
Welcome to the new age, to the new age.
Whoa, whoa, radioactive, radioactive.
Whoa, whoa, radioactive, radioactive.I raise my flags, don my clothes,
It’s a revolution I suppose.
We’ll paint it red, to fit right in, whoa.
I’m breaking in, shaping up, checking out on the prison bus.
This is it, the apocalypse, whoa.I’m waking up, I feel it in my bones.
Enough to make my systems blow.
Welcome to the new age, to the new age.
Welcome to the new age, to the new age.
Whoa, whoa, radioactive, radioactive.
Whoa, whoa, radioactive, radioactive.All systems go, sun hasn’t died.
Deep in my bones, straight from inside.I’m waking up, I feel it in my bones.
Enough to make my systems blow.
Welcome to the new age, to the new age.
Welcome to the new age, to the new age.
Whoa, whoa, radioactive, radioactive.
Whoa, whoa, radioactive, radioactive.
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