I recall reading a 2006 release of TIME Magazine where the front page read: Ramadi. The Most Dangerous Place in Iraq; and within a few months of it, we were all about to experience such statement in the truest of fashions. Out of the many ordeals and situations we faced on the ground, this grainy photo would define the magnitude of those moments. Our Home was nothing more than a 3 story villa filled with sandbags, camo netting and a few machineguns. Surrounding it was an organized and entrenched enemy who made it's presence very obvious, measured by the frequency and volume of attacks, firefights and casualties; from our side or theirs. In this make shift kitchen aid station, a Battalion Surgeon and our Corpsman were there, 24 hours a day, often sleeping on the floor or on a stretcher, waiting for new casualties to come through..and only a hallway apart is where we ate, slept, and lived. This kitchen, at times, was the only place that could save a life..venturing out to take a casualty across the city to a bigger camp would often produce even more causalities along the way. These men would work with what they had, because at that time, getting supplies was not an easy feat. For any convoy or patrol that got caught during the day time would often be met with someone or something shooting at your direction. This routine would eventually go on for quite some time. #memories #stayzero #zerofoxtrot #gruntlife #neverforget