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A Deadly Clash at Donkey Island
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Sgt. Brian Nethery, of the scouts, turned his flashlight on Nicola's bloody face and gave him a dumbfounded look. A bullet had entered Nicola's head, passed around his skull under the skin and exited the other side, punching a hole in his helmet. "Get your ass to the medic! I'll get Taylor," Nethery said. Nicola survived.
Nethery's Humvee, together with Lauer's, crept along the road. Insurgents on the adjacent beach tossed up homemade grenades -- water bottles filled with explosives and nails -- that exploded in front of the vehicles.
Down the bank from the Humvee, three insurgents fired armor-piercing rounds. Unable to pivot his machine gun down steeply enough to hit them, Spec. Jeffrey Jamaledine lifted the gun from its mount and reached over to spray them. As he did, he was shot in the jaw.
Jamaledine was later evacuated by an Apache helicopter, one of whose pilots, Chief Warrant Officer 2 Allen Crist, gave his seat to Jamaledine and rode strapped to the aircraft's exterior.
Meanwhile, Lauer, out of his Humvee, had been shot in the shoulder and was pinned down in a ditch.
Nethery left his Humvee and crawled over the beach to find Taylor.
"You good?" asked Nethery, 24, of Englewood, Fla.
"Do I look good?" Taylor responded, adding an expletive.
"Can you walk?" Nethery asked.
"Do you think I can walk!" came the reply, again with an expletive.
"Can you crawl?"
Nethery grabbed Taylor by his gear. "One, two, three, push!" he said, pulling while Taylor shoved with his good leg until they finally reached the Humvee.
