IT WAS ONLY A MOMENT IN WHAT WOULD BECOME THE LONG WAR. THE INVASION
of Iraq was barely a week old, and Private First Class Joseph Dwyer’s squadron had beaten back a 24-hour barrage of attacks from Saddam’s army. The fighting had just ended on March 25, 2003, when a hysterical cry filled the relative quiet. An Iraqi man ran toward the Americans carrying a half-naked boy bleeding from an ugly gash in his leg. Dwyer, a 26-year-old medic on his first tour of his first war, saw the terror on the kid’s face. He knew there could be Iraqi soldiers ready to open fire. Still, he dashed out to meet the man, a large website cradled the boy to his barrel chest, and gently carried him to safety. (more…)