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Tue Nov 11, 2014, 08:14 PM Nov 2014

Stacy Pearsall, a hero

Stacy L. Pearsall Staff Sergeant (E-5) Air Force Aerial Combat Photojournalist Feb. 2, 1998 - Oct. 9, 2010 OEF, OIF Resides: Charleston, SC Stacy L. Pearsall got her start as an Air Force photographer at the age of 17. During her time in the service, she traveled to over 41 countries, and attended S.I. Newhouse School of Public Communications at Syracuse University. Now combat disabled and retired from military service, Pearsall continues to work worldwide as a freelance photographer, and is an author, educator, military consultant, public speaker and founder of the Veterans Portrait Project. Pearsall was one of only two women to win NPPA's Military Photographer of the Year competition, and the only woman to have earned it twice. She's been honored as the Air Force Veteran of the Year by the Air Force Band and PBS, presented the Trojan Labor American Hero Award, honored with the Daughters of the American Revolution Margaret Cochran Corbin Award, lauded by the White House as a Champion of Change, and holds an honorary doctoral degree from The Citadel.



A sample of her work:
http://stacypearsall.photoshelter.com/gallery-image/Vet-Portraits/G0000OkaqQCAehnQ/I0000O43SQdZictM

From another source:

I dropped into the Stryker and lowered the ramp. As I ran for the injured soldier, my head was jerked backward and my legs flew out from under me. The comm cord. I’d forgotten to unplug it. My neck hit the bottom of the ramp. I gasped. The soldier. I had to get him.

I threw off my helmet, staggered to my feet. Wrapped my arms around the soldier, a man twice my size, and dragged him inch by agonizing inch into the Stryker. Blood streamed from his neck.

I shoved my fingers into the wound and, praying desperately that he wouldn’t bleed out, yelled for a medic. No one came. The guys around me were yelling too. It seemed like forever before one arrived.

“Are you a medic?” he asked me.

“No. Just a combat photographer.”
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Stacy Pearsall, a hero (Original Post) discntnt_irny_srcsm Nov 2014 OP
Sorry I didnt reply earlier ismnotwasm Nov 2014 #1
you're very welcome discntnt_irny_srcsm Nov 2014 #2
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