This was posted today by a member on the LF forum, an impressive and touching story.

A Heart Of A Soldier…A Heart Of A Nation

No, it’s not a movie scene from an “Oliver Stone’s” script.

Abi Samra, Tripoli

Phone ringing.
Little after 4:00 am,
Ramzi’s brother.
Didn’t bother to pick it up.
Bad!
Hurried up, put my clothes on.
Returned the phone call.
Is it Ramzi?!
Yes.
Where at?!
Abi Samra.
How bad?!
Serious.
Where is he?!
SH. Hospital, meet me there.
Got there, hospital filled with military personnel.
Made my way to the intensive care.
Same scene in the hallway. Filled with People in Army fatigue, from all ranks, and all Religions and sects. Some bewildered, some walking in daze, some scratching their heads, some in rage, a soldier sitting on the floor by the door weeping like a child (will return to this guy shortly)
An intern, begging all to stop requesting to give blood, as they’ve received more than enough.
Ramzi’s mother standing motionlessly and pale by the door too. Didn’t say a word to her…just hugged her.

The mayhem goes as follows,
Little after dark on Saturday, one of those filthy “Carbon Unit” is apprehended. After interrogation, he confessed to being a member of a cell of 4. Gave the location to the remainder terrorists.
Ramzi was instructed to go and apprehend the rest.
Unaware of an ambush in the making ahead already, Ramzi proceeded to the location accompanied by 2 of his soldier in a jeep, while the rest of the platoon was preparing itself to follow suit.
Soon as he arrived and all stepped out of their jeep, they were met with a storm of high caliber explosive bullets raining in on them from all sides.
One of his soldiers was gunned down immediately, while R was hit in the back with a high caliber explosive bullet, without having the chance to load his gun even.
Fell on the ground, leaving the one and only remaining soldier to cover.
Knowing that one of his comrades was already dead, that soldier jumped on his Captain laying on the floor and covered him with his own body, while returning fire as fast as he could and in all directions.
Ramzi, and still conscious, ordered his remaining officer to retreat, seek shelter, and wait until the rest of the platoon arrives, as it was not necessary for him to die.
That Sunni soldier adamantly replied that he will NOT abandon his Captain (who happens to be a Maronite) and kept on firing while laying on top of him.
Knowing that his orders will be in vain, Ramzi then instructed that soldier to load his own pistol for him, as his gun was ejected far after he was hit.
While bleeding profusely and firing his pistol in one direction, his companion was shooting in another direction, with both trying feverishly to cover the front and back.
By then the rest of the platoon arrived.
Witnessing the magnitude of the firefight, they quickly stepped out and took position and start firing.
Realizing that their Captain, along with one of their companions were gunned down, and with pure adrenaline, 2 of the officers charged in a somewhat suicidal attempt to rescue their Captain and fallen comrade. The 2 were hit immediately (1 of them was a Shi3a.)
Then, all hell broke loose, and the remainder of the platoon split in 2, with one charging the terrorists hiding in the bushes, while the other half towards the building hiding the other terrorists.
Then, that Sunni soldier, with the aid of a Lieutenant Colonel who happened to be a doctor, helped drag Ramzi to safety, to be rushed soon after by helicopter for medical treatment.

That soldier weeping on the floor was that one and only Sunni soldier.
He was weeping for failing to shelter his Captain from harm’s way.

After hearing his story, my mouth was so dry, I couldn’t even swallow.

I looked again towards those officers around me, all of them, from all ranks, all religions and sects, but with all sharing that same wounded and hemorrhaging heart, bleeding, but still beating strong for the sake of me.