10 Green Berets to Receive Silver Star for Afghan Battle

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After jumping out of helicopters at daybreak onto jagged, ice-covered rocks and into water at an altitude of 10,000 feet, the 12-man Special Forces team scrambled up the steep mountainside toward its target — an insurgent stronghold in northeast Afghanistan.

“Our plan,” Capt. Kyle M. Walton recalled in an interview, “was to fight downhill.”

But as the soldiers maneuvered toward a cluster of thick-walled mud buildings constructed layer upon layer about 1,000 feet farther up the mountain, insurgents quickly manned fighting positions, readying a barrage of fire for the exposed Green Berets.

A harrowing, nearly seven-hour battle unfolded on that mountainside in Afghanistan’s Nuristan province on April 6, as Walton, his team and a few dozen Afghan commandos they had trained took fire from all directions. Outnumbered, the Green Berets fought on even after half of them were wounded — four critically — and managed to subdue an estimated 150 to 200 insurgents, according to interviews with several team members and official citations.

Today, Walton and nine of his teammates from Operational Detachment Alpha 3336 of the 3rd Special Forces Group will receive the Silver Star for their heroism in that battle — the highest number of such awards given to the elite troops for a single engagement since the Vietnam War.

That chilly morning, Walton’s mind was on his team’s mission: to capture or kill several members of the Hezb-e-Islami Gulbuddin (HIG) militant group in their stronghold, a village perched in Nuristan’s Shok Valley that was accessible only by pack mule and so remote that Walton said he believed that no U.S. troops, or Soviet ones before them, had ever been there.

But as the soldiers, each carrying 60 to 80 pounds of gear, scaled the mountain, they could already spot insurgents running to and fro, they said. As the soldiers drew closer, they saw that many of the mud buildings had holes in the foot-thick walls for snipers. The U.S. troops had maintained an element of surprise until their helicopters turned into the valley, but by now the insurgent leaders entrenched above knew they were the targets, and had alerted their fighters to rally.

Staff Sgt. Luis Morales of Fredericksburg was the first to see an armed insurgent and opened fire, killing him. But at that moment, the insurgents began blasting away at the American and Afghan troops with machine guns, sniper rifles and rocket-propelled grenades — shooting down on each of the U.S. positions from virtually all sides.

“All elements were pinned down from extremely heavy fire from the get-go,” Walton said. “It was a coordinated attack.” The insurgent Afghan fighters knew there was only one route up the valley and “were able to wait until we were in the most vulnerable position to initiate the ambush,” said Staff Sgt. Seth E. Howard, the team weapons sergeant.

Almost immediately, exposed U.S. and Afghan troops were hit. An Afghan interpreter was killed, and Staff Sgt. Dillon Behr was shot in the hip.

“We were pretty much in the open, there were no trees to hide behind,” said Morales, who with Walton pulled Behr back to their position. Morales cut open Behr’s fatigues and applied pressure to his bleeding hip, even though Morales himself had been shot in the right thigh. A minute later, Morales was hit again, in the ankle, leaving him struggling to treat himself and his comrade, he said. Absent any cover, Walton moved the body of the dead Afghan interpreter to shield the wounded.

Farther down the hill in the streambed, Master Sgt. Scott Ford, the team sergeant, was firing an M203 grenade launcher at the fighting positions, he recalled. An Afghan commando fired rocket-propelled grenades at the windows from which they were taking fire, while Howard shot rounds from a rocket launcher and recoilless rifle.

Ford, of Athens, Ohio, then moved up the mountain amid withering fire to aid Walton at his command position. The ferocity of the attack surprised him, as rounds ricocheted nearby every time he stuck his head out from behind a rock. “Typically they run out of ammo or start to manage their ammo, but . . . they held a sustained rate of fire for about six hours,” he said.

As Ford and Staff Sgt. John Wayne Walding returned fire, Walding was hit below his right knee. Ford turned and saw that the bullet “basically amputated his right leg right there on the battlefield.”

Walding, of Groesbeck, Tex., recalled: “I literally grabbed my boot and put it in my crotch, then got the boot laces and tied it to my thigh, so it would not flop around. There was about two inches of meat holding my leg on.” He put on a tourniquet, watching the blood flow out the stump to see when it was tight enough.

Then Walding tried to inject himself with morphine but accidentally used the wrong tip of the syringe and put the needle in this thumb, he later recalled. “My thumb felt great,” he said wryly, noting that throughout the incident he never lost consciousness. “My name is John Wayne,” he said.

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QUESTION: Did TIME Magazine’s Joe Klein attend/cover the ceremony? Probably not. He prefers to form his opinions on the uselessness and futility of the war in Afghanistan by interviewing Dutch, French, German, and British soldiers rather than heroes like these American Green Berets.

Also, there has been no word from President-elect Obama on this historic ceremony.

To those serving in Afghanistan, thank you! Sincerely!

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And yet the left calls our soldiers cowards, thugs, losers, etc. Sounds like projection to me. Let no one tell we don’t have the best soldiers in the world. God bless them.

Good on ya guys!

And on the morphin shot “Combat humor”, takes me back to my AF teaching days. I remember another instructor talking about this one guy that was teaching a chem warfare class “in theater” who happened to get a “live” injector mixed up with the “training” ones, with the same result. Those injectors have a spring loaded needle that shoots out extending about an inch and a half to penetrate the flesh. They extend with such force they will even go right through a wallet. Likewise, if you put the tapered end against your thumb, the needle will go right through it, the bone, your thumbnail, and out the other side and you get a useless little fountain out the end. The guy I’m talking about remained “a trooper” and still continued with the training session before handing the class over to someone else on the break and seeking medical aid…:

“DAMN that smarts!” (To his students) “Ya’ see that? That’s why we’re always such a pain butt in making sure you pay attention in this training. You got to make sure you slam the tapered part, Here!” (points with other hand to indicate which is which, with the injector dangling) “Into a large fleshy area. NOT the flat part, Here…”

Still it’s kinda’ hard to remember all that when you have to worry about “other” projectiles zinging past your head.