Michael Durant the U.S. Army helicopter pilot captured in Somalia (and who was an integral part of the dramatic story chronicled in Black Hawk Down), tells his personal story of his involvement in the events of October 1993.
"Michael J. Durant's experience is one of the most harrowing in the history of the American military, and one of the most compelling ever told." -Mark Bowden, author of Black Hawk Down"Stunning. It's my objective opinion that Army helicopter pilots, especially Warrant Officer pilots, are some of the best and bravest pilots that ever flew. This book proves it." -Robert Mason, author of Chickenhawk"Michael Durant is a genuine hero, and a great American patriot. This is a must-read." -Gen. Carl Stiner, US Army (Ret.), co-author of Shadow Warriors: Inside the Special Forces"Hats off to Mike Durant's gripping first-person account of his Somalian combat and captivity. Should be required reading." -Maj. John Plaster, US Army Special Forces (Ret.), author of SOG: The Secret Wars of America's Commados in Vietnam -- PUBLISHERS WEEKLY.
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1 . A Must Read!!!
Posted February 10, 2009 by Ted , Virginia BeachHaving completed flight school a few months before the author, I could not put this book down. While Mr. Durant was at the tip of the spear I was more in the middle of it, flying the generals and dignitaries that made his and his comrades lives so difficult. I decided to get out of the Army because of those dumb bureaucrats and senior officers that needlessly cost Americans so much in blood treasure.
This book made me regret that decision, even 20 years later. It is so well written that I can see myself reading it many more times, wishing I had joined that elite aviation unit..
May 02, 2004
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Excerpt from In the Company of Heroes by Michael J. Durant
DOWN AND DIRTY
I WOKE UP IN THE SILENCE OF MY OWN GRAVE.
At least that's what I believed in that first moment, because in my last flash of consciousness I had clearly seen the clawing hand of the Grim Reaper. I did not know where I was. I did not know who I was. It was like emerging from an altitude chamber with a case of hypoxia as my mind began to stagger, slowly, through the darkened hallways of my concussed brain. And when my eyelids finally fluttered open, I was stunned to take in the light.
The chopper's windshield was almost completely gone, pierced and disintegrated by a slab of corrugated metal that had stopped only inches from my face. Yet my first sense of emotion wasn't relief, but fury at the disfiguring of my helicopter by that rusty blade. I reached up to shove the thing from my cockpit, and then the pain swept over me like a wave of molten lava.