July, 2005: Riding down a canal road in a tank (Tigris River). About 3am. Pitch dark, no moonlight. 200lb IED buried in the dirt directly under where my tank passed. It was detonated and the front of the tank came off the ground and slammed back to the ground. I remember saying...."fuck....that hurt." Was in a daze but nothing serious. Remember feeling happy that we survived it and it was detonated a little too early. Then i felt the tank drifting to the right. My driver screams to me on the headset and says something like..."we are going down Sir!!!" Immediately after he says it, the tank flips and down we drop 20 feet into the nasty, disgusting, dark Tigris River water. My ankle shatters, shoulder seperates (ouch!) and my right hand crunches. Top top if off, the water begins flooding in and I see no way to exit the tank and cant see ANYTHING. Pretty sure we are going to drown. The guys in the vehicle behind mine jumped out and opened the back hatch for us and pulled our asses out of there.