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| Mitic rests briefly on the battlefield, just days before losing both legs to a landmine. |
Master Cpl. Jody Mitic’s future came to him in a farmer’s field, on an earthen embankment beside a narrow path in the heart of Afghanistan’s Arghandab Valley. At 4 a.m., it had already been a rough day. The Canadian master sniper and his men had just returned from a three-week stint with the American Green Berets, and they needed a break. Mitic was carrying a 30 lb. radio with his pack, and the fact that his rifle’ silencer kept coming loose in the dark wasn’t helping matters. Worse, his boss had decided to come along with the usually three-person team, and they had missed taking a scheduled break because someone had mistakenly looked to the boss, instead of Mitic, the patrol leader, when asking whether to move on.
