I was back in the USA on September 13th. It had been nearly a week since my incident on that rocky pinnacle near Shindand, Afghanistan. My brother Matthew and former-commander Brendan Taylor met me at Andrews Air Force Base in Maryland. Matthew was able to snap a picture of the C-17 that brought me back, and as the medical personnel wheeled me to my room. Ever heard of a dry-shampoo cap? Neither had I, but it seemed to do the trick.
The next morning, September 14th, I was transported to Dwight D. Eisenhower Army Medical Center in Augusta, Georgia. There, Lori and my brother Reed joined me in the emergency room as I was being admitted to the hospital. I would be there for another 33 days, and have nine visits to the operating room (in addition to the three I’d already had). There was still a lot of work for the medical teams to do before I could begin my work of getting mobile again.

September 14, 2013