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Was it a goat carcass? A dead dog in the road? The headlights caught only a dim shape. Whatever it was, Spc. Travis Waltner swerved his Humvee to the left. Just as he did, two things happened.
Every morning around 6, like clockwork, Spc. Johnny Jones would instant-message his wife. It was 3 p.m. in Iraq, but back home in Derby, Kan., her day would be just beginning.
The Black Hawks arrived in 13 minutes. The first one landed in a nearby field and sank in soft sand. Its spinning blades sent sand and dust everywhere and were so low that Staff Sgt. Kent Kirkham was practically on his knees as he wrestled aboard one of the critically wounded.