Worley didn’t even realize he had been hit until he saw blood: A round had struck his thigh.
“I was so full of adrenaline, it really didn’t matter,” he said. He pulled down his trousers, patched up the wound — dismissing the platoon corpsman to help the more seriously wounded — and continued to resupply his men’s waning supply of ammunition and direct their fire.
On the radio, a lieutenant relayed that higher command wanted him evacuated. “I told them f--- no, that I was busy,” Worley said.
A few minutes later, a captain repeated the order only to get the same answer. Then the battalion commander got on the line.
With Taliban forces still in the fight, Worley’s main concern was to get the medevac helicopter in to evacuate the seriously wounded and lead his Marines through the fight. It wasn’t until later that night that Worley was finally taken to base camp. But after a week at Camp Dwyer, he snuck out and made his way back to Patrol Base Karma.
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